Gone with the Wind is no gentleman. It’s a good thing I’m no lady. The best selling movie of all time (adjusting for inflation) summons forth an idealized South; a timeless world which can never go away because it was never truly here in the first place.
Bob Gariepy and I sift through the ashes of an epic spanning three turbulent eras of American history, centered on the smoldering relationship of two self-involved, yet fascinating narcissists. Like thieves who aren’t sorry they stole, but terribly sorry they’re going to jail, Rhett and Scarlett survive at the expense of other people. Can one be a terrible person, and still be heroic? Can a person’s bad qualities be superseded by their great ones?