Frankly, My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn

Rating: 4/10 (23 May 2014)

As I seem to keep hearing, time and again, from the so-called 'real' movie connoisseurs who are out there, everywhere in the world...(till I'm sick of hearing it)....Is that Gone With The Wind (GWTW) is, without question, one of the absolute, all-time, greatest movies ever-ever made...Well, I say - Oh, really!!??...I repeat - OH, REALLY!!!!!?????
Well, hey, I gave GWTW a fair chance. I did. Yeah. I endured this tedious mess-terpiece (in its ridiculous entirety of an unbelievable 222 minutes) and I didn't think it was so great. It wasn't! In fact, it was nothing but an over-long bore for a good part of the time.
I couldn't believe how utterly pretentious most of the main characters were to me. I especially found that poor, little, rich girl, Scarlett O'Hara, to be insufferably annoying, far too often. I actually began to physically cringe and wince whenever Miss Scarlett uttered that mega-sickening, little "Fiddle-Dee-Dee!" line of hers.....Ugh!
I understand that GWTW has, ultimately, been hailed, from one end of the planet to the other, as one of the greatest, most dynamic love stories ever presented (for our envy) on the silver-screen. But I wasn't particularly impressed with the dysfunctional relationship that transpired between these 2 wacky-doodle-dandy 'love-birds' Scarlett and Rhett.
It seemed to me that for a good duration of GWTW Scarlett and Rhett were, literally, at each other's throats. I detected lots of real nasty, hitting-below-the-belt type dialogue going on between these 2. I mean, if anyone ever talked to me the way Scarlett and Rhett did to each other, I'd never have anything to do with that person ever again. I wouldn't. Not even if they looked as gorgeous as the honey-child Scarlett did.
What I thought was absolutely hilarious in this flick was Scarlett and Rhett's first round of 'married bliss' together. Here we had Scarlett carrying on like a, literal, frigid bitch all the time. (can you believe it?) She was even choosing to sleep apart from her husband in a separate bedroom, every night, and subjecting randy, old Rhett to the cold-shoulder treatment, non-stop.
Well, as it turned out, Rhett, literally, had to resort to physically, forcefully raping his own wife, the 'new' bride, Scarlett, just to get some sexual satisfaction. And, wouldn't you know it, Scarlett actually liked being 'taken' this way. She did. So, ironic as it was, rape was the key ingredient to a happy marriage for Rhett and Scarlett. Eh?......Hey, it was either that for Rhett, or go bang a hooker. What could he do? Surely there were plenty of hooker-types around for Rhett to choose from. Yeah. Even some real sleazy sluts who would've probably done Rhett for free, I'm sure.
Now, don't get me wrong here, I don't completely pan GWTW, altogether. I mean, it was a mighty impressive production, as far as productions go. There's no arguing with that. And the sets were nothing short of stupendous. And the costumes were pretty fantastic, too. Yep, they sure were.
But, all in all, I think that the grandness, the splendor, and the glory that this story apparently stood for was largely lost in the muck, due to the focus that was deliberately put on such an incredibly petty and nonsensical affair, as the one that was taking place between Scarlett and Rhett.
I guess what it all comes down to is that I'll never, ever understand the irrational mind of the true Romantic. Never. It's all gone with the wind to me.