“There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South… Here in this pretty world Gallantry took its last bow… Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and Slave… Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered. A Civilization gone with the wind…”
This is the opening title of the world-renowned epic, Gone With the Wind. Ever since I read those same words three years ago, my world has been forever changed; I was introduced to the world of Old Hollywood, while at the same time immersing myself in a monumental feat of literature and historical context. I firmly believe that if you haven’t seen this film, then your life is not yet complete. This movie has been the inspiration of the title of my blog, and I at least owed it the credibility of adding it to the bucket list that started it all.
Originally, my plan was to watch it on the last day of summer. However, when your options are limited, as reflected by the resources available, you tend to just make do with what you can conjure up. In this case, a miracle of sorts occurred. Upon exploring my current living situation, aka “The Museum”, I just happened to find a VHS (yes, they do still exist) set of Gone With the Wind that belonged to the owner of the house (among other classic rarities, including an original of copy of “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee). I was thrilled that I finally had an attainable list item at hand… until I realized, to my dismay, that there was no VCR player in the main house. No, instead I found three, yes three, of them in the add-on porch room, the only non-air conditioned room in the home. Being that nobody in Florida sets foot outside past ten o’clock in the morning or before eight o’clock at night, I had run into yet another limitation. Oh, and did I mention that this is a four hour long movie? Today I found a break in the weather, and decided to settle on a mild eighty-six degrees. Just when I thought things couldn’t go any more astray, I was thrown a whole new set of troubles… none of the wiring was connected. Three VCRs, two TVs, and two DVD players, all with their cords in a bunch, conveniently out of view. For a half an hour I labored in the stifling room, battling my way through sticky cobwebs and other mysterious grime until I had come up with a configuration that suited me (thank goodness I’m up to date on my tetanus shots). And then the viewing pleasure began… Every time I watch this film, I’m left feeling that it was the best four hours of my life. This time was no exception. I could go on and on, dissecting which parts I like, why the dynamics of the characters mesh so effortlessly, the themes that leave me longing to live life in another era, etc. etc… but some things are best left unsaid.
Love & Summer,