Bill Anderson
2023-11-11 22:25:10 UTC
In an effort to further his popular culture education I’ve been showing
classic movies to a high school kid I know, and last night I hauled out one
of the big guns. He is 17 years old and he had never heard of Clark Gable,
much less Vivian Leigh or the others. So it was time.
Once again I had fun watching a newbie’s reaction to a film I’ve known and
admired practically all my life. (I like to claim I’m doing all this for
him, but actually I am doing it for me.) Some of his comments were a bit
surprising and often delightful. For instance, he had been admiring the
movie for quite a while and then Aunt Pittypat showed up and he turned me
and said, “you know, the actors in this movie are great!” He really liked
Rhett Butler — thought that Clark Gable guy was a great actor and he was
going to try to remember his name so he could tell his boss at work who
also likes old movies. We even agreed Gable knew how to wear a tuxedo as
well as that Fred Astaire guy I introduced him to a few months ago. He
loved Mammy, didn’t like Prissy at all, was surprised the former slaves
didn’t leave Tara as soon as they could, was conflicted about whether Belle
Watling was actually a good character, was overwhelmed by all the dead and
dying in the Atlanta railroad yard, was shocked when Rhett Butler left
Scarlett to join the Confederate army, and when all was said and done he
didn’t much care for Scarlett.
As for me, I had forgotten just how bogged down in overwrought melodrama
the second half of the movie is. (Oh Ashley Ashley!) The kid is right:
Scarlett is stupid.
But we both stuck with it all the way to the damn, and when it was over and
I asked how he liked it, he grinned ear to ear and said “it was great.” And
despite whatever flaws our modern eyes and ears think they detect, for its
pure entertainment value GONE WITH THE WIND remains one of the greatest
motion pictures ever made. So there.
classic movies to a high school kid I know, and last night I hauled out one
of the big guns. He is 17 years old and he had never heard of Clark Gable,
much less Vivian Leigh or the others. So it was time.
Once again I had fun watching a newbie’s reaction to a film I’ve known and
admired practically all my life. (I like to claim I’m doing all this for
him, but actually I am doing it for me.) Some of his comments were a bit
surprising and often delightful. For instance, he had been admiring the
movie for quite a while and then Aunt Pittypat showed up and he turned me
and said, “you know, the actors in this movie are great!” He really liked
Rhett Butler — thought that Clark Gable guy was a great actor and he was
going to try to remember his name so he could tell his boss at work who
also likes old movies. We even agreed Gable knew how to wear a tuxedo as
well as that Fred Astaire guy I introduced him to a few months ago. He
loved Mammy, didn’t like Prissy at all, was surprised the former slaves
didn’t leave Tara as soon as they could, was conflicted about whether Belle
Watling was actually a good character, was overwhelmed by all the dead and
dying in the Atlanta railroad yard, was shocked when Rhett Butler left
Scarlett to join the Confederate army, and when all was said and done he
didn’t much care for Scarlett.
As for me, I had forgotten just how bogged down in overwrought melodrama
the second half of the movie is. (Oh Ashley Ashley!) The kid is right:
Scarlett is stupid.
But we both stuck with it all the way to the damn, and when it was over and
I asked how he liked it, he grinned ear to ear and said “it was great.” And
despite whatever flaws our modern eyes and ears think they detect, for its
pure entertainment value GONE WITH THE WIND remains one of the greatest
motion pictures ever made. So there.
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Bill Anderson
I am the Mighty Favog
Bill Anderson
I am the Mighty Favog