Let’s be Gone With The Wind

Let's not.

I’m the pocket watch that Pork would have stolen anyway if he had gotten to it first.

I’m the window wondering where my curtain went.

I'm the musical.

I am GREEN VELVET!

I'm Hattie McDaniel's much deserved, but still currently missing Oscar.

I am Fiddle Dee Dee.

Why does everyone forget about MEEEE?

I'm Clark Gable getting that fairy George Cukor fired.

I am smelling salts. I am found in all parlors of refined Southern Belles & spinsters who have never been kissed.

I'm Tara, the red earth of Tara, Home, I'll think about that tomorrow, after all, tomorrow is another day...

I’m the wind, Bitches!

I'm the mist that Rhett dramatically disappears into as he leaves Scarlett forever.

I'm Wade Hamilton, MIA from the film.

I'm Prissy's mother Dilcey, also missing from the film.

I'm Frank Kennedy's lambchops. I didn't stand a chance against the green curtains.

R15, they're mutton chops, for fuck's sake.

I'm racism.

We’re the Tarleton twins.

Had we been born in the early aughts, we’d have an Only Fans side hustle, and we would have made great money because all of you bitches would have been paying up the wazoo, just to see us suck each other off.

Do, OP.

Begone with the wind.

I’m the butthurt yasss queens who hate this movie because they’ll never truly have their glamorous heyday no matter how much power they get, as the world and America is in decline and peaked in the 90s. Being hoochie’d out on Instagram just will never measure up. SAD!

I’m child slave labor, and I ain’t know nothin’ about birthin’ babies!

I'm Scarlett's hunger

I’m God, and I don’t exist, so I didn’t witness shit that crazy broad Scarlett claims I witnessed.

I’m white trash with new money, aka the Slatterys.

I’m carpet, and someone made a bag out of me!

I'm Scarlett's other three children by her first three husbands. We were left out of the movie and barely mentioned in the book, but we were smart enough to not fall off of our ponies and die.

I’m the South.

Help me!

I’ve fallen & I can’t get up!

Make sure to WW OP as I’m sure the non-binary SJWs that infest this place now are in a tizzy that this thread dare to enter their exclusive safe space.

I'm the burning of Atlanta

I’m the last of Aunt Pittypat’s father’s fine Madeira. Don’t drink me all at once, since I’m the last. Merry Christmas, Ashley. Don’t feel guilty about drinking me … but seriously, THE LAST. Aunt Pittypat’s only gone to have Uncle Peter to warm her up on New Year’s, but it’s okay.

R28 is triggered.

LMAO at R30

I’m the unnamed slut who rode in a buggy with Rhett without a chaperone.

I'm Leslie Howard, not even bothering to act because it's a thankless role, and I'm too old for the part, anyway.

I'm the red taffeta petticoat, "so stiff that it'd stand by itself" that Rhett buys for Mammy.

I'm Belle Watling's earbobs.

I'm India Wilke's withering glare.

I'm the pitiful spectacle of a band bizarrely commanded to strike up a rousing version of "Dixie" as all around them people are being told their sons, husbands, brothers, fiances, have been killed at Gettysburg. The sight of the young flute player with tears streaming down his face (I suppose his brother or father was killed) is especially heart rending. Too bad it was just a movie device designed to jerk tears from the audience. It never happened in the novel. How could it? Who in their right mind would have a band play a rollicking tune while people are being given news their loved ones are dead? Dumb movie hokum.

I'm hoping that somebody, somewhere makes a mini series out of this book and gives all the characters a chance to speak!

I'm the *other* musical.

I’m Cathleen Calvert, the only belle in the County to rival Scarlett, reduced to marrying the overseer after her Yankee stepmother ran back to the North. You’re not invited to the wedding. Soon I’ll be dippin’ snuff.

I’m the only orgasm Scarlett ever had, when Rhett ravished her after having one of her BPD fits.

Im the bum-trucking, high-flying Irish, who will find out who's running things around here when I get sold out for taxes.

But, as God as my witness, I won't.

I’m the homeless beggar who pleads for a quarter and who Scarlett in response mercilessly whips and tries to kill with a pistol. My encounter helped lead to a stronger approach to dealing with the homeless.

I'm the survival instincts that kick in when your entire world is destroyed, when everything you knew and cared about is gone, and all that surrounds you is harsh and opportunistic. But you have incredible inner strength and draw yourself up and figure out how to survive.

I'm actually very pertinent to 2022.

I'm the dyed-haired woman you knows

I'm the green velvet curtains, who have survived all this time and I am currently being used as wrap arpund dress on General Hospital

I’m Mammy’s broken heart as she climbs the stairs with Melanie and I’m ready to explode from the exertion of her bringing her fat ass up there.

I’m Mr. O’Hara, and I’m drunk 24/7, and you would be too if you had to live in a house filled with all of these crazy bitches.

I'm Big Sam, my name has absolutely nothing to do with my stature. You'll need your smelling salts when you see why.

I'm the illegitimate child who mercifully has died.

I'm the type girl men may flirt with but don't ask to marry. I have a LOT of fun!

I am Admiral Will Hamilton of Savannah who married his cousin, Jessica Carroll of Carrollton who was his second cousin once removed and a kin to the Wilkeses, too.

I'm Katherine Scarlett's first name which nobody ever uses.

I'm Olivia graciously dubbing in Vivien's vomiting sounds because poor Vivien just couldn't do it convincingly.

I am the Confederacy, I am shocked that a woman in mourning is being seen in public, and dancing! I hear it's basically the same thing as blockade running.

I'm Ukulele Ike. I was a big star in my day and introduced the song Singin' in the Rain. My voice is heard in two classic films including this one. Many english speakers would recognize my voice to this day despite not knowing who I am.

I’m that carrot Scarlet eats. I have a lot more growing to do. Thanks a lot, bitch.

Mon dieu...another musical.

R58, a radish.

I’m Bonnie Blue’s pony Mr Butler; that tubby little madam has whipped me for the last time!

I am the green sprigged, inappropriately low cut, muslin dress Scarlett wore to the daytime bbq.

Slutty Scarlett wearing me and showing her bosom before 3pm was the reason she was knee deep in men that afternoon. We understand the power of boobies over dumb hicks. Mammy warned us but did we listen?

R60, See, I told ya I’m small.

I'm the tears of Vivien Leigh and Olivia de Havilland, as they beg David O Selznick not to fire their dear George Cukor.

I'm plenty of big cocks.

I'm Miss Scarlett's bosom. I can't be seen 'fore 3:00.

I am a cornstalk. I will be used to beat the living daylights out of Prissy, when her Ma finds out she was outside Belle Watling's whore house.

I'se de last chicken in Atlanta, fixin' to be Christmas dinner fo; de white folks.

[quote) "We’re the Tarleton twins."

My favorites, R18. To Hell with Ashley Wilkes & Rhett Butler! I'd willingly be Brent & Stuart's Scarlett anytime they wanted.

I'm the other two Tarleton brothers, Tom and Boyd. We're left out of the movie. Just as well; in the novel we're mentioned a few times but are always outshined by our rambunctious, uneducated twin brothers. We ALL get dispatched in the war.

Magda, you can only be Scarlett's first two children from her other two husbands. She only married Charles, Frank and Rhett. She had Wade with Charles, Ella with Frank. Both of Rhett's children wisely died, one before birth.

We're Pork and Mammy doin' stuff in the closet.....

I'm the Tarleton Boys. In the book I was the Tarleton Twins but Selznick and Cukor coudn't find a satisfactory pair of twins or even two actors who could pass as twins, so I became redheaded brothers. I was therefore carefully referred to as the Boys, not the Twins.

I’m Miss Mitchell at the movie premiere. I am beyond upset with Mr. Selznick for inventing the opening lines scrolling on the screen that completely undermine why I wrote the book, which is to offer a cautionary tale about what happens when racism rules hearts and minds and what people do during wartime. My grandparents didn’t tell me these stories because they wanted me to glamorize those days; they wanted me to learn from them.

Poor Mr. Gable, who is seated next to my husband, John. I am sure he was surprised to hear the language I used in the moments I saw this crap on the screen:

“There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South. Here in this pretty world, Gallantry took its last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave. Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered, a Civilization gone with the wind."

Yes, r74. Mitchell said one of the things her grandmother stressed to her was always be prepared for the next time the world turned itself upside down.

R53, married his second cousin once removed? Do tell.

I am Carol Burnett. I hit the peak of my career at 15:00 in this sketch.

R75, I never knew that. The movie was released in 1939 so she was right then.

Frankly, OP, I don't give a damn.

I'm the smile on Scarlet's the morning after Rhett carried her upstairs shouting, "tonight thre are only going to be two in my bed!".

Scarlet had a parade.

I'm the Best Supporting Actress Oscar that negress STOLE from me. But then I realized it was because I was in a LEAD role.

I'm that white trash slattery girl.

I'm the bosom shown during the day.

I’m the buttermilk put on the bosom all last winter.

I'm Ashley Wilkes. I'm 25 but people tell me I look 50!

I'm the crying piccolo player during "Dixie."

I'm the fire at the depot during the Siege of Atlanta, one of cinema's greatest one-take scenes ever.

I'm red, a color for WHORES

I'm the $300 in gold that Rhett bids for Scarlett at the ball in Atlanta.

I'm the yankee accent of the second Mrs. Calvert. I, along with the yankee accent of the overseer Mr. Hilton, save Pine Bloom from being burned by the Union Army. I will decamp back north with Mrs. Calvert and her passel of unnamed children.

I'm Melanie Wilkes. I am Scarlett's only true friend. I keep making excuses for her and covering for her, even when she tried to sleep with my dear husband. I am beginning to think I am a bit touched in the head

I’m one of those fightin white trash children mammy was talking about.

I'm the entire male population in the south, we all LOVE Belle, just tell us you were with her and we're cool.

I'm the book version of the dress at R88. I'm jade green instead of red.

I'm the rouge Scarlett wears with the red dress. There's plenty of me.

I'm the tape pressing Vivien Leigh's breasts together to make her "Gable's kind of woman" in the burgundy velvet dress.

I'm Belle Watling's owl lamp AND Max Steiner's tremendous main title theme.

[quote] Selznick and Cukor coudn't find a satisfactory pair of twins

Curious.

I'm Aunt Pitty Pat's good China slammed into a chest as we escape Atlanta... why am I being taken on the sojourn to Tara if I'm broken into pieces? War is chaos.

I'm the novel, which sure seemed less racist when I read it thirty year ago.

I'm Selznick making damn sure the n-word or an open reference to the Klan aren't to be found anywhere in the screenplay.

I am all those dresses they wore in the heat of summer in the south, no wonder all the women were a little touched in the head.

I'm 40 acres! Who wants to be my mule?

I'm the porn-y extended shot of the young beautiful white women napping in their shifts and petticoats at the Twelve Oaks barbecue as pickaninnies fan them.

I'm Sue Ellen, and I'm pissed that Scarlet stiley man, and ALL of our maids!

^ stole my man, spelling is a wasted effort on us women folk

I'm Catholicism. And I'm the real reason you can't marry Scarlett.

I'm the red ruby slippers that were silver in the book but Louis B thought red would look better in Technicolor.

I believe you're in the wrong movie r108

I'm Rhett's tinymeat.

I'm that white trash Emmy Slattery who killed Scarlett's mother, a Great Lady. Earlier, my baby was born and mercifully died.

I'm René Picard, the little Zouave.

I'm the Doctor, who wonders why Scarlett won't do her patriotic duty and hold our dear Southern men while I amputate something

I'm War.

I'm Scarlett's waist. She done had a baby and I ain't never gon' be no 17 inches again.

I'd be the ether and morphine but these damned Yanks aren't trying to let me get below the Mason-Dixon.

I'm Rick Blaine. Though I don't brag about it, I ran guns for the good guys. Rhett's an asshole.

I'm that simp George Ashley Wilkes fighting off the advances of that nympho Katie Scarlett.

I'm Katie Scarlett, who pines mercilessly for three quarters of the movie for someone I can't have. Then, when I CAN have him at the end of the movie because his wife dies, I don't want him anymore. I have fallen in love with another man who has had his fill of me. Another man that I can't have.

I’m Cade Calvert. I’m dying and my stiff-necked Yankee stepmother ran back north leaving me and my beautiful sister on our failing plantation, forcing her to marry our jumped up Yankee overseer. You all aren’t invited to the wedding.

"Lost refined and gracious culture."

[quote] Both of Rhett's children wisely died, one before birth.

WTF? Rhett had a son with Belle Watling. The son is kept in New Orleans and Rhett frequently there to visit him. He did not "die before birth."

I’m Belle. I’ve entertained more men than Scarlett has and more women than Rhett has and I’m happier than the two of them have ever been, in large part because the ladies of the town don’t speak to me and the gentlemen never hang around without paying.

I'm...Scarlett.

I'm all the closeted southern men.

R122, he meant the miscarriage Scarlett had after Rhett threw her down the stairs. Well, OK, she lost her footing, but it was because he was taunting her about her pregnancy.

I'm Beau Wilkes. Where is my mother going, and why can't I go with her? :( :(

I'm Mammy mumbling to herself after scoping Pork walking into Ashley's bedroon in the wee hours of the night.

I'm Mickey Kuhn and the only member of the cast with a speaking role still alive. I met Vivien again in Streetcar. Whenever I meet up with her she wins an Oscar.

I'm Scarlett's kid from her first husband. I was eliminated from the film (due to time restraints maybe?)

Instead we get Bonnie Blue doing a Christopher Reeve.

That bitch fucking deserved it!

I’m Frank Kennedy’s coat pocket that Scarlett played pocket pool in.

I’m SueEllen bridling as I step down from the carriage.

I'm Mary Anderson. I appear onscreen for three seconds (in a non-speaking role) and yet I'm billed in the opening credits.

I'm little ole me watching Scarlett 1994 on YouTube tonight!!!

I'm what Scarlet regards Rhett as being the first time she lays eyes on him - "The nasty dawg!"

I'm the offer Tallulah never received...

I'm Mammy, the smartest one in the entire picture, shaking my head at these crazy ass white folks.

I'm William Tecumseh Sherman's perpetual bedhead. I'm off-screen.

I'm the fluttery breathlessness of the actresses in the Cukor-directed scenes.

I'm the overwrought Max Steiner score.

You know you love me.

I’m morphine & penicillin, and I don’t know any of these dying, confederate soldiers.

I'm Loew's Grand...

I’m Will. I’m a decent guy but I don’t come from a “Family”. I’m in love with Careen but she’s joining a convent so I’ll marry SueEllen. I’m sure that will work.

R25 I'm the carpetbagger.

And some idiot-Millennials think I went gay in Australia

I'm the book, 'How To Birth Babies', and I'd have been illegal for Prissy to have read, and you know Katie Scarlett hadn't any use for me.

I know I've read more than once over the years that a female voice actor who specialized in impersonnating the voices of children dubbed the dialog for Bonnie Butler and Beau Wilkes. But after several long searches I can't find anything on the net about it. Has anyone else ever heard this?

I'm the hand job that Scarlet gives to Frank Kennedy after climbing into his carriage, claiming cold hands in need of a pocket. I'm also the look on Mammy's face as she realizes what's going down.

I'm the cologne Scarlett gargles with in vain to hide her booze breath from Rhett.

I'm the leering Yankee pig who gets a bullet to the face from mean Miss O'Hara. I guess a fuck was out of the question. 😵

I'm crawling clothes and dysentery that the whole Southern army brought to Tara to the consternation of Mammy.

[quote] I know I've read more than once over the years that a female voice actor who specialized in impersonnating the voices of children dubbed the dialog for Bonnie Butler and Beau Wilkes

I never heard that but I believe it. Both Bonnie Blue and Beau speak in exaggeratedly childlike voices, especially Beau. When Beau has his big moment wailing "Where is my mother going, and why can't I go with her?" I thought his voice was the fakest sounding child voice I ever heard.

I'm Melody's little boy, on vigil along with everyone outside the room where she lays dying, asking where is my mother going and why can't I go with her, please, in the most god-awful whiny little-boy-actor early 1930s speaking voice possible.

I'm that sissy doorman at the Beverly Wilshire and Leslie Howard should go fuck himself.

I'm Cammie King and I play Bonnie, including the speaking voice which you can also hear in Bambi where, had that other person done my work, my name wouldn't have been credited.

I'm Gone With the Wind Fabulous. (I'm Gone With the Wind Fabulous.) I'm Gone With the Wind Fabulous. (I'm Gone With the Wind Fabulous.) I'm Gone With the Wind Fabulous. (I'm Gone With the Wind Fabulous.) I'm Gone With the Wind Fabulous. (I'm Gone With the Wind Fabulous.) Now twirl! Twirl! Twirl! Twirl!

Enough already with Beau Wilkes and Ella Kennedy.

I’m Charles Hamilton. I can’t believe that Scarlett O’Hara, the purtiest gal in three counties agreed to marry me. To think I almost ended up with that dried up old stick India Wilkes.

I’m land. I’m the only thing that matters.

R150 I’m the britches she’s gwana put in da boi-lin pawt

I’m Scarlet’s husbands: Twink, Otter, & Daddy

We're the Tarleton Twins.

We're DEAD to YOU.

I’m ‘Ben Bolt’, the song Scarlet sings the morning after she got plowed real good… "Oh she wept with delight when he gave her a smile and trembled with fear at his frown."

I’m a Windie, like a Trekkie to Star Trek but for Gone With The Wind.

I'm Vivien's English accent, noticeably slipping through when she sings "Ben Bolt," just about the only time it happens in the film.

I’m the corn stalk that Prissy’s Ma would whip her with iffin she was to come into Ms. Watling’s

I'm Melanie Wilkes, lamenting Ashley's job offer in New York, where my precious Beau will be forced to go to school with colored children. Thank God my dear sister-in-law Scarlett married a man she didn't love and offered my Ashley a pity job at one of her mills so we can remain in Atlanta, where darkies know their place.

I'm DITS...

"I’m the corn stalk that Prissy’s Ma would whip her with..."

'Tweren't a corn stalk, 'twas a hickory switch...

I’m Scarlet’s C-cup tits on the poster

I'm the yellow-tinted light directed at Vivien Leigh's blue-gray eyes to make them appear green without a touch of hazel, as described by Margaret Mitchell.

R167, DITS ?

I'm trying to find the title, but ...

I'm the 1935 movie SO RED THE ROSE, which was set in the ante-bellum South and starred Margaret Sullavan as another fiddle-dee-dee-ish Southern belle, but was a big floperoo, which made Selznick & company nervous about mounting another Civil War movie in its wake.

r171, Duel in the Sun.

aka Lust in the Dust

Thanks, R173.

I'm the bag of money that Melanie accepts from Belle Watling with no judgments.

Even though she's a sex worker, Belle has more of a heart than Scarlett

I’m Pittypat Hamilton’s spiral curls.

I’m the feminine eldergay that learned his personality affectations by emulating Scarlet after the yearly summer revival matinees.

R30 I've always assumed Aunt Pittypat and Uncle Peter were fucking. I mean wouldn't it have been strange for her to only have an older male slave, with her being a single woman? Wouldn't people have gossiped? Remember the whole panic about white women being defiled by black men, that lasted at least through the 1960s.

Plus, Uncle Peter was played by one of the greatest and first African-American stars of entertainment, Eddie "Rochester" Anderson. His voice was perfection.

I'm Vivien Leigh's mustache that made Groucho jealous.

I'm Leslie Howard's rumoured massive sizemeat.

Who on the this picture has 'enjoyed' me?

R178 La Senatrice, is that you?

I'm all the orgasms gifted to Scarlett by Rhett on their infamous "rape" night...woo hooo how we made Miss Scarlett skuh-REAM!!!

I'm Melanie's nightgown (called a "shimmy" in the novel) which Scarlett borrows to wrap around the dead Yankee's head, so as not to leave a trail of blood as she drags him out of the house.

R183 Fiddle, dee dee, all this talk about rape is ruining my night of bliss. It was midcentury 1800s, we were married, there was no concept of marital rape. He gave me a good ole fashioned ravishing, like a hurricane whipping Charleston, and I liked it.

I'm the greatest movie parody of all time

R184 I think it is supposed to be a Chemise(shimmy) or shift.

I’m the lovely Miss Ann Rutherford, who plays Scarlett’s sister Careen. Later in life, I receive new-found fame as one of the sole surviving cast members and attend many film fan events, even just before my passing at the age of 94. People hear my two stories of how I pleaded (keep your hands to yourself) with MGM’s Mr Mayer to be loaned out for this picture and how I convinced Mr Selznick not to pluck the eyebrows of the female stars a la Jean Harlow, which was the original plan. Thanks to me, the women look just as timeless today as they did then. “Nice to meet you, dear. And where are you from? Let me write your state’s name on my list. Sure, dear, I’d love to sign your poster. It’s young people like you who will help keep the stories about the making of this movie alive.” Dirty secret: when the lights go down and Mr Steiner’s theme music swells we always sneak out of the theater. “We’ ve got 3 hrs and 40 minutes to have a good time. Where’s the bar?”

I’m cousin Philippe (aka “Fee-Leep”), the Great Lady Ellen’s black-eyed cousin who was shot and killed out West, breaking her heart forever and leading to her dreadful mesalliance with that stumpy little O’Hara man, about whose grandfather nothing was known.

I'm Barbara O'Neil. I had Vivien when I was 3.

I’m Tara. It’s dark in here. Where am I?

R188 I’m Ann’s money. I’m from the first marriage to a department store heir and the 2nd to a producer/studio exec. It’s how she died in luxury in Beverly Hills.

I'm Barbara O'Neil's name misspelled in the opening credits as Barbara O'Neill.

I’m Scarlett’s red whore dress, used to show everyone that she played the whore. Like others, I had hoped Melanie would scream, “Prostitution whore!” I feel like I let Mr. Butler down.

I'm Lillian Gish turning down the part of Ellen O'Hara before it was offered to Barbara O'Neil.

I'm Billie Burke (Glinda the Good Witch) losing the part of Aunt Pittypat to Laura Hope Crews because I demanded too much money.

I'm Belle Wattling's huge pile of gold under the floor board. She's the only one in Atlanta with any money. Never underestimate the pull of the pussy - even in war!

I'm young Joanne Woodward jumping into a car and climbing onto Larry Olivier's lap when Hollywood went to Atlanta for the premiere in December 1939.

I'm Martin Luther King, Sr., singing in the black choir hired to perform spirituals at the opening in Atlanta.

R192, I am Raymond Burr. I hired Ann Rutherford for 4 episodes of Perry Mason, where she invariably played attractive and well-dressed middle-aged matrons and played them very well.

This will result in future fans of my timeless series confusing Ann with Fay Wray (3 episodes but otherwise ditto).

Burr had nothing to do with the casting. That was done by Executive Producer Gail Patrick Jackson and her casting agents. Jackson had worked in Hollywood for years and knew *everybody.*

I'm Tallulah Bankhead: too world-weary to be believable as Scarlett and too egocentric to play the supporting role of Belle Watling, which I would have nailed.

There's an apocryphal story that after seeing Tallulah's silent, B&W test, Selznick immediately ruled her out for Scarlett and told his staff to offer her Belle. The offer was never passed on because no one was willing to tell her Selznick wanted her for the town madam.

R203 I’d of let him fuck my stinky cunt to get that fucking part in hindsight. I’d of won the Oscar too!!

I'm Judy Garland. Early casting lists had me penciled in for Careen but my career exploded in '38/'39 and I became too important to MGM for it lend me out for a small part.

I'm Ann Rutherford and I resent r205 who fails to mention that audiences preferred the Andy Hardy movies with ME better than the Andy Hardy movies with HER.

I'm Barbara Cook. When I was a little girl my mother took me to Atlanta to see the world premiere festivities outside the theater When I met Vivien Leigh decades later I told her this. I did not make a friend.

I'm Vivien Leigh not giving a damn about R207.

I'm Margaret Mitchell who made a substantial donation to Morehouse College which allowed Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. to have a dream.

I'm the dress in the novel that Rhett forced Scarlett to wear to Ashley's birthday party. I am NOT whore red; I am green, Scarlett's favorite color, and I sound like a hell of a sexy dress: ""her new jade green watered-silk dress. It was cut low over the bosom and the skirt was draped back over an enormous bustle and on the bustle was a huge bunch of pink velvet roses." Rhett snarls at her "Wear that. No modest, matronly dove grays and lilacs tonight. Your flag must be nailed to the mast, for obviously you'd run it down if it wasn't."

[quote] I am green, Scarlett's favorite color, and I sound like a hell of a sexy dress

R210 Except, most everything dyed green in the 1800s was deadly.

Well, to be fair, I only had to live to page 1,037. . .

OT, but I was just recently reading an article about the costumes for The Gilded Age on TV and it went into some detail about how garish clothing colors from the 1880s would appear to modern eyes because dyes that could be used for mass production of fabric were a new invention and not subtle at all.

[Quote] dyes that could be used for mass production of fabric were a new invention and not subtle at all.

Not subtle? Much like the acting on that show!

I am the great wall from the island in King Kong. My front has been dressed in false storefronts and warehouse fronts. Behind me are open troughs of running oil which can be turned on and off.

I am set ablaze as every single Technicolor camera in Hollywood films my burning. Fire Department officials are supervising as the Department receives a massive amount of calls about a major fire.

Shortly before the end, agent Myron Selznick arrives with his newest client, a young British actress barely known in the US. He introduces her to his brother David in the dying light of the fire.

The last part is true but is a staged publicity stunt. Vivien has secretly been the dark horse all along. Selznick has personal copies of her earlier films and knows who she is and what she can do.

Vivien still has to do screen tests before officially being cast. She blows everyone else who has tested before her off the screen. She's better in some of the tests than she is in the finished scenes in the film.

I'm Beau Watling, Belle's handsome and horse-hung younger brother.

Though not mentioned in the book or the movie, I actually made more money than Belle by catering to those gentlemen who preferred "the love that dare not say it's name".

I’m Bonnie Blue Butler, the most annoying character and plot line in the film. You’ll be glad when the pony kills me.

I'm all the gentlemen of the picnic sucking each other off while the women nap.

I'm the actor who played child Beau Wilkes, and I grew up to marry Raquel Welch, so take that, bitches!

I’m not one of the many replies in this thread that DLers used to try to amaze other people with their trivia knowledge instead of keeping with the spirit of the thread.

R220, I'm the rumor that Patrick Curtis played Beau Wilkes in GWTW. Ask a true Windie and you'll get the true story that Curtis is a teller of tall tales.

I'm Gerald O'Hara's horse secure in the knowledge that all these humans regard me as just another dumb farm animal. Yes, my sweet. No one will ever know the truth. Who's the next dumb bastard to put a spur in my side?

[quote]"the love that dare not say it's name"

Oh, dear!

I'm the lack of homosexuality in this four-hour epic.

I'm perspective.

And I'm completely lost in the scene where the camera pulls back from Scarlett, her father, and a big old silhouette of a tree in front of a fake pink sky.

I'm "it."

That thing Bonnie Blue Butler had coming.

I'm Ghandi. I'm only relative to his thread in 1980's when SNL parodied GWTW and gave me terrific flatulence!

I'm Honey Wilkes, Ashley's other sister. I'm left out of the movie which is a shame since I'm a fun character: "a man crazy fool with no more sense than a guinea hen." Although I have a "nervously obvious desire to be attractive to every man in sight" I have an "understanding" with my cousin Charles Hamilton that we will eventually be married (the Wilkes always marry their cousins) even though he seems rather lukewarm about it. Although I'm a man crazy fool I have a feminine instinct about women and when other girls are talking how Scarlett does or does not "give a rap about" various beaus I drop a bombshell "If you should ask me there's only one person she does give a rap about. And that's Ashley!" Of course Scarlett steals Charles away from me and nobody thinks I'll ever get another beau but after India and I refugee to Macon and I eventually get married to a jolly man who is a gentleman of some means. That's the last you hear of mean but it seems that I did get a happy ending.

I'm Paulette Goddard, the only other person to have a color screen test. And I would've been cancelled today for doing that Mammy voice.

I’d forgotten all about Honey Wilkes.

I wonder when and exactly how the accents/dialects evolved from British, Irish, Scottish, French etc to that distinctly Southern American twang we all know so well.

I'm the printed placard set upon an easel in the foyer of Belle's place:

ALWAYS OPEN TO ALL COMERS

[quote] nobody thinks I'll ever get another beau but after India and I refugee to Macon and I eventually get married to a jolly man who is a gentleman of some means. That's the last you hear of mean but it seems that I did get a happy ending.

Wasn't it her husband whose Civil War wounds meant he "spraddled" when he walked?

R232 Part of the problem is that we aren't exactly sure what British, Irish, Scottish, French etc sounded like at the time.

[quote] Wasn't it her husband whose Civil War wounds meant he "spraddled" when he walked?

Nope. That was Tommy Welburn. After her true love is killed at Gettysburg, Fanny Elsing (daughter of Mrs. Elsing) ends up marrying Welburn, whose character is "perfect" but due to a war injury has deformed legs which makes him "spaddle" when he walks. He runs a construction business after the wayr and Rhett says that he did "two men's work with half a man's body." He is killed along with Frank Kennedy during the Ku Klux Klan raid that took place only to avenge Scarlett's being attacked while driving around alone in an area known to be very dangerous.

R235 I will point out something that a lot of people seem to not notice about the shanty town attack, I think Margaret Mitchell was very consciously subverting the whole black man rape myth. She had the white heroine SAVED from rape by a very big black man. I'm not sure if Margaret Mitchell mentioned the races of the attackers in the book but in the movie it is a white guy and a lighter skinned black guy, and of course Big Sam is big and very black. It was powerful symbolism at a time when black men were still being lynched if a white woman claimed anything, and there was propaganda focused mainly on the idea of very large black men raping white women.

I'm the chiffarobe, I'm out of place but they wanted to turn me to firewood in my movie.

[quote]I wonder when and exactly how the accents/dialects evolved from British, Irish, Scottish, French etc to that distinctly Southern American twang we all know so well.

You make the same mistake Hollywood is notorious for making, thinking that there is only one Southern American accent. There are many. I can tell if someone is from Richmond, Raleigh, Birmingham, or Perry.

I remember watching Cold Mountain and wondering, "Why do all these people in Appalachian North Carolina speak like the upper class in Charleston, South Carolina?"

Tara was in rural Georgia (at a time when Atlanta was relatively small and unsophisticated compared to Savannah). Scarlett would not have sounded so grand.

No. You have that wrong, R238. I do not make that same mistake although I do infer that generalization with my original post. For comparison, I will cite the differences in accent between - say, the nitorious White family from Boone County, W.Va. vs Civil War historian Shelby Foote. I know there are differences even attributed to education level and socio economical status.

- R232

R238 Tara was in rural GA, but it was run with an iron fist by Ellen Robillard O'Hara of Savannah, she would've made sure her girls spoke as upperclass belles.

R240 I forgot that. You are right.

I'm Grandmother Robillard's diamond earbobs, which Scarlett thankfully wasn't wearing at the ball due to being in mourning, so didn't go into the basket taken around to collect jewelry to be melted down for the war effort.

A really close call.

God knows where I am now. Frederick Leighton's window on Manhattan's East Side. Those filthy matrons in blazers and pleated skirts who haven't changed their helmet hair in decades and who don't know what century this is wouldn't know what to do with me.

I'm the radishes in the kitchen garden Scarlett digs up and then vomits up immediately.

I'm one of the dead soldiers whose bodies Scarlett drives the wagon over as Prissy cries about being powerful hungry.

We’re the Tarleton sisters, Hetty, Camilla, 'Randa and Betsy. We have red hair too but people only remember our twin brothers.

Even though OP included a movie poster to suggest what the thread scope is, I wish he had explicitly said this was about the film, so we wouldn’t have so many comments from those who just want to regurgitate all their detail trivia knowledge of how the movie and book differ.

[quote] I wish he had explicitly said this was about the film, so we wouldn’t have so many comments from those who just want to regurgitate all their detail trivia knowledge of how the movie and book differ.

All the talk about the novel is interesting. The book was a lot more interesting than the movie.

I'm the last chicken in Atlanta. I may have been mentioned already and, no doubt if I was, some cunt will mention it, but this is a long thread and I refuse to be Christmas dinner for the white folks. Fuck those Crackers!

[quote] The book was a lot more interesting than the movie.

Isn't that true 99.99% of the time.

I'm Vivien's British accent also popping up at the bazaar. 'It's a little like blockade running isn't it?'

I'm Scarlett's shoulders. No matter what Mammy says, I WILL NOT BE DENIED!!

The novel could have been a mini series if such a thing had existed. But a mini series never has the emotional power of a well made epic film despite what is left out.

Vivien's British accent breaking through isn't that unauthentic, the upper-class in the South maintained strong business links to England and the changes in upper-class British accents such as the arrival of RP influenced the accents of Southern Aristocrats.

R242, you just reminded me that I am Grandma Robillard’s petticoat, She wrung me out with water to make me stick and show the shape of her legs.

R239, while there were certainly regional differences across the South, didn't most upper-class southerners have a similar, genteel accent by the 20th century? I think this was especially true for women, who, if they were from the upper class or wanted to sound as if they were, all had a similar - perhaps not identical, but similar - "southern belle" accent whether they were from Atlanta, Memphis or New Orleans or a small city in between.

This would be similar to the RP accent, which became standardized across the entire English upper class regardless of where they were from.

It might be that this accent was not yet fully established by the 1860s, but I believe it become established eventually - or have I misheard?

R255 Like most other accents it started only really becoming standardized with the advent of popular entertainment, especially radio and talking pictures. Also in finishing and prep schools across the South they seemed to speak with a Southern adaptation of the fake Mid-Atlantic accent. Though it is rare now, just as Mid-Atlantic is. Also, there were particular areas where the speech was highly localized, the Tidewater of VA, Charleston, New Orleans, Appalachia, that sounded very different from one another and the wider regional accent.

Yes, R255. You're right about that. It's in the way they state(d) the word "white" for example. "Hwhite." Lady Bird Johnson vs Loretta Lynn.

- R239

[quote] But a mini series never has the emotional power of a well made epic film despite what is left out.

Oh, I think a mini series can have considerable emotional power, if the writers work the emotional beats correctly. The Thorn Birds did an excellent job of sustaining the narrative over four episodes, building to a climax that had my teenage self crying buckets.

I would say the key difference is the immersive scope -- watching a movie on a big screen with an audience carries a charge to it that watching a mini series on a TV screen alone in your living room can't quite achieve.

R256, it's funny that you mention Tidewater because that's partly what I was thinking of when I wrote R255. My father's family is from Tidewater VA and most still live there. His parents, aunts and uncles (all born around the turn of the 20th century) did indeed have a distinctive, although still clearly Southern, accent.

However, his first cousin, born in the '20s, sounded like Scarlett O'Hara - or what Vivien Leigh was trying to make Scarlett sound like. It was a lovely accent, as delightful to listen to as RP British English, and quite different from that of her older relatives.

Her children - my generation - have a lighter and more generic southern accent, and their children, born in the '80s, have almost no accent at all. Anyway, sorry for the diversion, but I think it's interesting how regional accents across America are fading among the middle class.

R259 and it is largely the middle class from which it is fading, the richer or poorer you are the more of a Southern accent you seem to have. It also depends on how many non-Southerners now live in the area.

I'm the hotcakes, biscuits, and gravy Mammy tries to shove down Scarlett s throat before the Wilkes barbecue, so she won't eat much.

"Because you can allus tell a lady by dat she eat lak a bird."

Not much has changed. Marketable women still have to look like they eat like birds.

I’m the How To Birth White Peoples’ Babies instruction manual that Would have been of great help to Prissy, if she only knew how to read.

I'm Prissy and I was hoping the white bitch's baby would die during birthing and that the Yankees would get to Atlanta before that slave owning bitch, Miss Scarlett, dragged me back to Tara.

[quote] I'm Prissy and I was hoping the white bitch's baby would die during birthing and that the Yankees would get to Atlanta before that slave owning bitch, Miss Scarlett, dragged me back to Tara.

You're not Prissy because Prissy was stupid but not a cruel asshole. She was also glad to be back at Tara and reunited with her mother, Pork and Mammy.

I'm the boiling pot that gets Mr. Kennedy's filthy vermin infested britches.

I'm Scarlett's nightgown in the confrontation with Rhett after Melanie's party. I am present as she comes downstairs but I seem to disappear somewhere along the way.

[Quote] She was also glad to be back at Tara and reunited with her mother, Pork and Mammy.

In the movie, she has no mother or father so she has no reason to want to go back to Tara and continuing slavery.

I'm Million Dollar Movie.

I stole the Tara theme for mine, but, oddly, no lawsuit ensued.

R267 It isn't explicit, but considering Prissy does mention her mother, as being a person Scarlett knows, and is afraid to go to Belle's out of fear of what her mother would think, would allow a person to reasonably conclude that her mother is at Tara.

Also, every freed slave did not run off as soon as they were freed. Many stayed right where they were. I'm sure the reasons the ones that stayed, stayed was varied and unique to each individual. They were fully human slaves, who were freed, to question their choices about how to exercise their freedom denies them their humanity. All humans are messy and rarely do what others think they should do.

I haven’t read the book in so long but was Prissy’s mother actually at Tara or a neighboring plantation, R269?

I’m amazed how many of my friends have not seen this movie

I’m the inevitable Bway musical

R270 Dilcey was a slave, and well-known midwife, at Twelve Oaks, in the book that is where Gerald was coming from when he and Scarlett meet up at the beginning of the story. She and Pork were married six months before and Pork kept asking him to buy her so she could live at Tara with him and he went to make an offer. Also, Pork isn't stated to be Prissy's father, he is her step-father. Her actual father is unknown.

Thank you, R273! Completely forgot about Dilcey.

[Quote] Her actual father is unknown.

"Unknown" as in most likely a white man who raped her as slaves often were? Perhaps even. . .Ashley?

r2722, there is a musical with a score by Harold Rome. It played Dallas, LA, Tokyo, London and a few other cities but although intended for Broadway, it never reached New York. There are clips on youtube.

^ r272

[quote] In the movie, she has no mother or father so she has no reason to want to go back to Tara and continuing slavery.

What would Prissy have done if she hadn't gone back to Tara? Make a living for herself? She was too dumb to do that. Going back to Tara was her only option.

[Quote] She was too dumb to do that.

Tell me again how slaves were educated. . .

Most slaves didn't have last names so when they were freed they often took the last name of the family that had owned them. That's why there are so many black Hairstons (usually pronounced Harston). The white Hairston family owned more slaves in the Carolinas and Virginia than any other family.

[quote] What would Prissy have done if she hadn't gone back to Tara?

Gone to work for Miss Watling?

[quote] "Unknown" as in most likely a white man who raped her as slaves often were? Perhaps even. . .Ashley?

You're a woke idiot.

In the novel Scarlett and others at Tara are out picking cotton. Prissy "picked lazily, spasmodically, complaining of her feet, her back, her internal miseries, her complete weariness, until her mother mother took a cotton stalk to her and whipped her until she screamed. After that she worked a little better, taking care to stay far from her mother's reach."

Scarlett praises Dilcey for her loyalty and her how hard she works in the cotton field. Dilcey explains she's eternally grateful that "Mist' Gerald buy my Prissy so I wouldn't grieve and I doan forgit it. I is part INdian and Indians doan forget them as is good to them. I is sorry 'bout my Prissy. She mighty wuthless. Look lak she all ni**er lak her Pa."

So you dumb cluck, Prissy was NOT the result of Dilcey being raped by a white slave owner. And you thought she was raped by "ASHLEY?" Boy, you don't know a fucking thing.

[quote] Tell me again how slaves were educated

While they had little or no formal education some slaves were quite intelligent. Two of the wisest, strongest character in GWTW were Mammy and Peter.

[quote]Tell me again how slaves were educated

They went to Georgia Tech.

I am the enormous poop you know Scarlett shot out on her honeymoon after eating everything on any adjacent tray. But I was polite enough to not make a nasty stain on that DIVINE Walter Plunkett finery when she made a warning toot for Rhett to know that he should proceed up on deck for some fresh air and a smoke.

I'm Ellen O'Hara's dried out old lady part. Poor Mr O'Hara hasn't come a calling since the girls where born.

[Quote] You're a woke idiot.

And you seem to be a bit of a racist.

Reread your post. The white sheets in your house must be very nicely bleached.

I would mention that I believe the cotton picking scene R282 is referencing is after they return to Tara and everyone black and white had to work the fields together in order to survive. So it wouldn’t just have been Dilcey’s loyalty, but their need to survive. However, given how common it was for slave families to be sold and separated, the fact that Gerald would buy Dilcey and her daughter so that they could stay together puts him in the better category of slave owners and her gratitude would be completely understandable. Slave owners were just human beings themselves, some treated slaves horribly, others did better. Of course even the best slave owner was participating in an evil institution, but the idea of slavery being wrong was a still a fairly new concept at the time. Also, even if you had an epiphany and decided it was wrong it got harder and harder to free your slaves as you got closer to the war. Most states required any freed slaves to leave the state within 30 days and in South Carolina you had to get the legislature to pass a bill allowing you to free a slave.

[quote] And you seem to be a bit of a racist.

What's "racist" about correcting an ignorant statement? You're pathologically woke.

I'm India Wilkes. I am accorded the respect of a woman who had been wanted if not wed, as everyone knew Stuart Tarleton would have married me if he hadn't been killed at Gettysburg.

I also snapped that Scarlett would walk the streets buck nekked if she thought people would pay attention to her, at the little sewing circle in Melanie's house before we find out that our menfolk have walked into a Yankee trap by heading out to that camp on the Decatur Road to clean it out.

That rusty-brown dress they put me into into at the Wilkes barbecue at the beginning of the film was a sin. Really, I deserved better, aren't I fucking plain enough next to that English bitch?!

Can we go back to Let's Be?

I cannot believe that DLers have run out of ideas on this of all films/novels short of 300 posts.

I'm a mule in hawse's harness, unable to escape Mammy's sharp sense of class.

OK, 291.

I am gaslight. Atlanta has had me since before the war, but by 1873, I light all the major streets so that I can glow foggily as Rhett walks away from Scarlett forever. My modern, urban nature emphasizes how far Scarlett and her world have come since her country-girl life in 1861.

I'm the nap well brought up young ladies take at parties!

I'm the Virginia Reel!

I'm the garnet necklace Suellen doesn't get to wear to the ball scheduled after the Wilkes' barbecue.

Too bad the ball got cancelled by that blasted war.

Ruining all the parties.

Imagine the deep glow of my luscious red heart against all that magnolia white Southern skin . . .

[Quote]I'm Ellen O'Hara's dried out old lady part. Poor Mr O'Hara hasn't come a calling since the girls where born.

Actually, Mr. O'Hara came to the conjugal bed at least three more times, for I had three more children: sons who were stillborn or died in infancy, and all named Gerald.

And I'm not old: at most I am in my early to mid-30s. I married Mr. O'Hara at 15 and bore Katie Scarlett a year or so later. She is 16 at the start of the book.

I'm just as grateful Mr. O'Hara no longer shares my bed. Fantasies of my one true love Philippe Robillard can only go so far.

(Philippe sounded like a hot bad boy who totally threw mean fucks.)

I'm the jasmine and ivy artfully planted around Tara to disguise its ungainly proportions, which lack the graceful elegance of the statlier Wilkes home.

I'm the buttermilk Mammy has been pouring on Scarlett to bleach them freckles she got the previous summer.

I'm the green silk bonnet Rhett uses to pry Scarlett out of her widow's black.

Stupid girl didn't even know how to put it on.

I'm the belches Scarlett can barely contain after being laced into her stays and eating hotcakes and biscuits before heading to the Wilkes barbecue.

R299, je suis la Rue de la Paix. I am where ze charmant Capitaine Butler bought ze chapeau to which refer.

... 301

I'm Suellen O'Hara. I'm 15 years old at the start of the war, but my parents are OK with 40-year-old "old maid in britches" Frank Kennedy courting me despite the 25-year age difference. Meanwhile, my bitch sister Scarlett is told she could marry "any of the bucks in the county."

I'm Ashley Wilkes' balls.

Scarlett's are easily twice their size.

I'm Scarlett's remembrance of the rich meals that were served at Tara in the old days, a painful memory since she and her family are literally starving to death:

"How careless they had been of food then, what prodigal waste! Rolls, corn muffins, biscuits and waffles, dripping butter, all at one meal. Ham at one end of the table and fried chicken at the other, collards swimming richly in pot liquor iridescent with grease, snap beans in mountains on brightly flowered porcelain, fried squash, stewed okra, carrots in cream sauce thick enough to cut. And three desserts so that everyone might have his choice: chocolate layer cake, vanilla blanc mange and pound cake topped with sweet whipped cream. The memory of those savory meals had the power to bring tears to her eyes as death and war had failed to do, had the power to turn her ever gnawing stomach from rumbling emptiness to nausea. For the appetite Mammy had always deplored, the healthy appetite of a 19 year old girl, now was increased fourfold by the hard and unremitting labor she had never known before."

I am the five people of the O'Hara family, and that's a lot of food for me to eat.

I'm the eiderdown powder puff Belle Watling uses to mop up perspiration from her bosom....

In another more just world Rhett Butler and Belle Watling would have been together, and a very successful match that would have been.

But Belle knows who and what she is, thus also knows such a match just ain't fitting, not even Rhett Butler would marry a known common proustite.

I'm the bosom Miss Scarlett cannot show before 3 o'clock.

I'm the parody of Gone With The Wind done by Carol Burnett show called "Went With The Wind"....

What about Pork and Mammy?

I'm the mitts, bonnets, petticoats, stays, and pantalettes worn by all the girls in Georgia.

It's a miracle they all didn't pass out in the hot Georgia sun three times a day.

I'm the Grecian columns that in reality very few of the Old South Grand Homes boasted.

Least of all Tara.

R296. That puss wasn't entirely ignored as much as I had thought.. Bless be.

R305 it was actually quite common for plantations to serve meals like that everyday, after the white folks ate whatever was left would’ve eaten by the house slaves and also taken to elderly or sickly field hands.

[quote] I am the five people of the O'Hara family, and that's a lot of food for me to eat.

Visitors were always dropping by (like the Tarleton twins) so there was always extra food on hand.

I am the author's clever slipping over us the cognitive dissonance between those gargantuan meals and Scarlett's 17" waist (the smallest in three counties).

I think I am referred to in art as a "willing suspension of belief".

But I think cognitive dissonance is snappier, don't you?

This is at least the second time someone has mentioned Scarlett's 17 inch waist. In the book, Scarlett had a 16 inch waist and in the film, because of Vivien's build, she had an 18 inch waist. Until those damn babies.

I'm plenty of chipped ice in Scarlett's lemon coke—in her post-bellum years of tawdry decline.

While some young women (we're talking teenagers about 16 or young) may have had waists of 17-18 inches when in stays, few other adult women of any period where corsets were in fashion did, measurements of actual garments worn are proof.

In the book, Tara was originally an old ramshackle farmhouse that had been added onto over the years. Mitchell thought the film version's house was a little too grand but was grateful it only had square brick whitewashed columns and not the grand Grecian columns of Twelve Oaks.

R298

Maybe or maybe not for freckles, but women long have used acidic substances such as buttermilk (lactic acid), vinegar (acetic acid), and so forth for same reasons glycolic acid creams, lotions and serums have been popular of late.

I'm Scarlett's Irish blood, and I'm why, as even that dolt Ashley knew, she loved Tara more than she ever loved him or Rhett.

I'm "The Battle of the Boyne", the tune that incensed Gerald O'Hara so much that he murdered over it - hence ending up in Georgia to escape an English rope.

I took place in 1690, but you know the Irish . . .

I'm that legendary pull-away shot of the Battle of Atlanta Injuries.

I deserve my place in cinema history. I still work.

I will never understand why some gay men obsesses about and memorize the esoteric details of this book (as this thread amply proves). it's not a great novel. I could understand obsessing over the details of Thackeray's Vanity Fair (which this book rips off), but this book is really just trash.

At the the premiere, Margaret Mitchell's husband John Marsh allegedly whispered to her during the depot scene "If we'd had that many soldiers, we'd have won the war."

Selznick couldn't hire all the extras he wanted, so half the soldiers were dummies or mannequins. The extras next to them were told to keep jostling them to make it look as if they were alive.

[quote] I could understand obsessing over the details of Thackeray's Vanity Fair (which this book rips off), but this book is really just trash.

Oh, you're full of shit. It's one of the engrossing, entertaining novels ever written. You can take "Thackeray's Vanity Fair" and stuff it.

R327 For the win.

Look, GWTW is one of the best page-turners ever written. It hooks you from the first line, and then you can't stop. It lacks Thackeray's bite, but that's all right, and it doesn't make it trash. It is a different animal.

Forever Amber is trash. Valley of the Dolls is trash.

GWTW is a workmanlike, well-crafted, mid-level historical novel. It isn't great literature, but it's great craftsmanship. Once read, it's never forgotten and you can call those people up in your mind instantly years later.

You think posters here had to look up all those quotes and scenes?! Not a bit of it. Well, maybe the longer ones, like the description of the food.

But the rest: no, it was all ready to hand.

"What gempmums sez and what dey thinks is two diffunt things."

I'm those magnolias those girls always want their skin to look like.

Actually, I can't think why, I'm really rather waxy in appearance.

R328 is spot on. Part of the novel's great appeal, and what makes it so unforgettable, is Mitchell's frankness and insight into human nature, which she sometimes used Mammy or Rhett to express and sometimes put in the narration. It never comes from Scarlett because she was - as I believe MM says in so many words in the book - utterly lacking in insight into other people's personalities and characters.

Mitchell did win both the National Book Award for Most Distinguished Novel of 1936 and the Pulitzer for Fiction in 1937 for GWTW, so it wasn't just some romance novel.

Very interesting hour bio/documentary if you have not seen it. Originally aired on PBS.

R329 because your petals are white with a touch of pink, just as a lovely belle's skin should be. Gardenia petals are too stark white, but your petals look like northern European skin that has never seen a touch of sun. Only poor people and d ... uh, people of color labor outdoors, and why else would you be outside in the heat if you didn't have to be because, bless your heart, you have to work?

r327, r328: Thanks. What you wrote is very much what I remember Scott Fitzgerald saying about Mitchell in an interview I read years ago. I don't remember what he said verbatim but he loved her vivid writing style and her engrossing story telling. He said he felt sorry only for people who thought GWTW was the greatest work of American literature, which it isn't. But he thoroughly enjoyed and respected her work. He said this to an interviewer who was clearly trying to goad him into slamming the novel.

R328, I agree with your assessment. It's even more fascinating when you learn that Margaret Mitchell originally had no intention of having it published. She wrote it for recreating and to occupy her time while healing from an injury.

IIRC, and maybe I don't, both F. Scott Fitzgerald and William Faulkner were each briefly involved with writing the screenplay for GWTW. Again, IIRC, neither wrote very much if anything and none of what either wrote made it into the film so they are rarely, barely for remembered in connection with the film. But they were both writing for Hollywood in the late '30s, so who knows?

I'm cotton.

Without me, there is no GWTW, no Civil War, no Jim Crow, no plantations, and no plaintive "Dixie" . . .

And with R337's keen observation, I should like to play a music selection along that same vein. Duke Ellington's "Jump For Joy," 1941 with Ivie Anderson providing the vocal. Listen!

I'm Shannon Doherty, and I played Margaret in the greatest TV movie ever made about her life.

Anyone remember that?

(Quote]I'm that legendary pull-away shot of the Battle of Atlanta Injuries.

I deserve my place in cinema history. I still work.

R324, one of my favorite scenes is afterward, when Scarlett realizes she has to help Melanie give birth alone. Scarlett climbs the stairs slowly and you can feel her girlish innocence dying. Later in Melanie's bedroom, Scarlett and Melanie are filmed in silhouette against the filtered light through the shutters.

I'm the script writers who gave Hattie McDaniel many of the best lines in film.

I'm George Cukor. I was fired from the biggest film of all time by my dear friend David Selznick who I would now happily watch hang himself.

Was I fired because Gable was one of my tricks when he first came to Hollywood? I'll avoid answering that question.

^ But I was immediately placed to direct another MGM classic of 1939 in "The Women" which I was better suited.

Miss Mitchell’s friend Susan Myrick served as dialect coach. She was remembered fondly by the cast members who attended the novel’s 70th anniversary events.

R338 That was a treat, thank you!

R336, I heard Scott Fitzgerald wrote Ashley's line, on his visit to Atlanta during the war, "The men have holes in their shoes, and the snow is deep in Virginia."

(Hope I quoted the first part of that correctly, but someone here will know it by heart.)

BTW, Mr and Mrs O'Hara did still share a bed by the time of the start of the novel, when Mrs O'H was 32. It describes her getting out of bed to attend to that white trash Emmy Slattery in the middle of the night without waking him.

I'm re-reading it at the moment, and in the first 50 pages we learn that Gerald O'Hara's family were wealthy landowners in Ireland and were wiped out after the Battle of the Boyne. They were impoverished and the sons fled to America one by one because they all became radicalised against the British. He wins Tara in a poker game, but it takes him more than ten years to get the house built and the land all under cultivation. So he goes through losing everything twice in 30 years. No wonder he went nuts.

I'm the age Ellen Robillard is when she takes on the responsibilities of marriage, children and a cotton plantation with 100 slaves: 15.

Mammy - Savanah be better for ya, you just get into trouble in Atlanta.

Scarlett - What kind of trouble to you mean?

Mammy - You know what kind of trouble I mean. Mr. Ashely Wilkes will be going to Atlanta when he gets his leave, and you'd be sittin there waiting for him, just like a spider.

^^^^

Like with characters such as Mammy, Mitchell and later the filmmakers subverted some of the racial stereotypes associated with the old South. She was not a stereotypical Mammy, she wasn't subservient and just radiating love for the white people. She talked back, showed she was often the smartest person in the room, and ordered around white people.

Hattie McDaniel didn't win for playing a slave, she won for playing the first black character allowed to read the filth to white people and be human.

[quote]Mammy did get the best lines!

Most of Mammy's best lines came from Margaret Mitchell herself Especially the ones in Mammy's first scene where she's trying to get Scarlett to dressed on the morning of the barbeque at Twelve Oaks.

Mammy's dialogue in the movie was copied verbatim from the book.

R346, the Battle of Boyne was fought in 1690, so the O'Hara family fortune was already gone several generations before Gerald O'Hara was born. That point was made a few times in the book - that Gerald was nursing a grudge for something that, to Americans in their still-new country, seemed like ancient history. Rhett says something like that to Scarlett as Atlanta is about to be encircled by the Yankees.

IIRC, she says something like "A siege! Mother of God a siege! Pa told me about sieges [something something] the Battle of the Boyne." Rhett responds by pointing out that the battle in question was a long, long time earlier.

I'm Cathleen Calvert. I married the Yankee overseer Hilton. I go from planter class to poor white trash before Scarlett's and Melanie's eyes.

A hundred years later, my descendants are terrorizing little Black children just trying to go to school, and 50 years after that, they're supporting a con man and traitor and once again advocating for the destruction of the United States.

Anybody else think Will Benteen was likely gorgeous?

R353 - Cathleen! With dark curls and blue eyes, who except for Scarlett had more beaus than anyone in the County . . . .

I'm the tape measure Mammy puts around Scarlett's waist after Bonnie Blue Butler's birth. Yup, 18".

We tapes don't lie, no matter how the belle stamps her tiny foot.

[quote] Anybody else think Will Benteen was likely gorgeous?

He wasn't according to his description: lanky, one legged, "pinkish" hair, lantern jaw. He's of the "Cracker" class. His demeanor is eternally mild and noncombative; nothing seems to bother him. But he's not weak; he has a strong. loyal character. He's hard working and knows about animals and planting and keeping a farm going since he once owned a small farm. He had pneumonia when dropped off at Tara by a soldier after the war but pulled through and stayed on at Tara because he felt he owed a debt. He comes to love Careen but she will never get over Brent Tarleton's death so she leaves to become a nun in a convent in Charleston. He ends up marrying Suellen; the reason he gives Scarlett it that after Melanie and Ashley leave the plantation it'll just be him and Suellen there (I guess Mammy, Pork, Dilcey and Prissy don't count) and the neighbors will gossip about the situation so marriage is the only answer. Scarlett asks him if he cares about Suellen and he says "I do, in a way" but admits the real reason for marrying her is to stay on at Tara, which he has grown to love. Scarlet later reflects that she doesn't know how Tara would have survived without Will. He was, as Mammy said, "something the Lord had provided."

Brilliant, r328. Scarlett's approach to Tara after the war in the moonlight is one of the great reading experiences of my life. Up there with the episode of the amputated leg in WAR AND PEACE, the final pages of THE GRAPES OF WRATH and Sophie removing her dentures in SOPHIE'S CHOICE---indelible scenes from literature.

R356 -- Will might not have been gorgeous, but he had big dick energy. There was a reason Suellen was walking bowlegged for weeks after their wedding.

R358 And he had a peg leg, to boot, so if he couldn't get hard, he could just fuck her with his foot.

I'm the sun bonnets without which those magnolia comokecionsvwould have wrinkled by the time those girls were twenty.

Plus, we're really adorable. Even a girl born without a hat face looks pretty in one.

^*those magnolia complexions.

Sorry, autocorrect seems to be drinking heavily today.