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And Not A Single Damn Was Given That Day

Last night I went to see Gone with the Wind, which I had somehow managed never to watch, at the BFI Southbank with my mum's cousin. I hadn't really taken in the fact that it is quite literally four hours long with intermission, which was a bit much on a weeknight, but it rattles past at a cracking pace.

It fell off a bit in the second half, when things stopped catching fire and blowing up and everyone kept dying, and perhaps also because by this point I'd been wedged into row F of NFT3 for two hours without any supper.

But wow, what a brilliant film! The characters, the dialogue, the way the costumes and scenery subtly changed as the years passed! I'm often a little afraid of watching much-loved classics (I haven't seen Citizen Kane either), but I'm glad I caught up with this one.

My favourite bit was when [Spoiler (click to open)]Clark Gable picks Leslie Howard up in his arms and carries him into the bedroom. Cor.


Are you sure you don't mean Clark Gable?
Damn, yes! It's because we were talking about sexy leading men during the interval! Will correct.
So H and I both love Cary Grant? Why aren't I surprised.