Home from the Wind

I couldn't round up anyone else, so I went to see a showing of "Gone With the Wind" today by myself. I'd never seen it on the big screen, and it was well worth it.
I stupidly love the movie, no matter how politically incorrect it may be or how creaky it may seem. It's one of my favorite of all time. I sat there in my seat saying all the lines along with the characters. I wasn't alone.

Maybe they should start staging a Rocky Horror style production. I just need to sew myself up a green picnic at Twelve Oaks dress. I'd better start putting buttermilk on my shoulders right now though.
(Ok, ok so maybe more likely, I should just get myself a red head kerchief.)
Anyway, one could throw radishes at the screen. Think of how much fun that would be.

Today it was miserable, rainy and cold, the perfect day for a long movie.
I was nestled between two uptown matrons who chatted throughout the film about the good old days of slavery "gentility" and a Brazilian couple who translated parts to their young daughter in Portuguese. I myself was well medicated. I didn't want to risk a coughing fit in the middle of Melanie's death or something, but that only made me more drowsy. I've noticed with the classic movies I've seen on the big screen just how beautifully composed they are...each scene is like a beautiful photograh...and also how much funnier they are than when watched alone. You notice humor better with an audience, I guess.

Two large diet cokes and five bathroom breaks later, I'm home, trying to think of something to do with the rest of my Saturday night. Another movie is out of the question, since it would suffer by comparison, and because my movie sitting patience quota for this month is already expended.

I think I'll just spend the rest of the night perfecting my "fiddle dee dee's" and "great balls of fire!" I'm almost there.