A friend writes, apropos of yesterday’s posting about (among other things) Gone With the Wind:
It’s not my favorite movie either, but I was force-fed it at a very early age because it was one of my mother’s all-time favorites. She first took me to see it on the big screen when I was nine–it was still being shown every now and then in movie houses back then and we went any time it was in town or nearby. Didn’t think much of the movie at the time–the hospital scene was a little much–but it was cool to witness it on the big screen, complete with intermission. Later I read the book, which I preferred, as it was the perfect summer trash read.
My mom lived in the movie houses when she was a teenager, watched old movies on television whenever she could and would wax rhapsodic about her favorites. She saw Vivien Leigh in person once, when she was married to Laurence Olivier, and said she looked exactly like Snow White. I became more of a Clark Gable fan myself and always enjoy watching his Rhett. Think I saw it last summer when it was on television and I was on painkillers from surgery. It’s still hard to sit through, even under sedation.
Or when seated on a rowing machine.