Being a fairly fanatical film buff, I am forever trying to fill the gaps in my cinematic education. It was for this reason that I recently made the foolish mistake of watching "Gone with the wind" for the first time.
By the end of this worthless excuse for a movie I was livid with anger at having wasted around three hours of my life I will never have back. Why was this travisty ever made? And more importantly why is it considered a masterpiece?
The heroine Scarlet is without doubt the most spoilt, vain, vacuous and selfish bimbo ever to appear in a work of fiction. Yet we are expected to not only spend three hours in her insufferable company, but worst still to sympathise with her. Whilst her romantic intrest is little more than a smug war profiteer, who's sleazy charm is made all the more repellent by the poor judgement he exhibits in fancying (bitch of the century) Scarlet!
The film is deeply irresponsible in failing to depict the civil war for tragic, wasteful, pointless atrocity that it was, and worst still brushes over the racism and snobbery that made such a terrible event possible.
The one redeeming moment was the scene in which Scarlets daughter is killed in a rideing accident, which I confess, did make me laugh. But this one isolated moment of unintentional hilarity did not make up for the overall shambels of a epic.
Thank all the gods the recent west end musical flopped as badly as it did.
That at least restores so of my faith in the taste of the theatre going public.
But why oh why do so many so called film fans still rate this inexcuseable piece of crap?