Sunday Night Check-In: Gone With the Wind

From L to R - Me, Momma, Hannah and Susan

From L to R – Me, Momma, Hannah and Susan

I’m a tired puppy this evening. Yesterday was a long day and today proved to be long but relaxing. Susan (my sister) called me a few weeks ago and asked if I wanted to meet her and Momma and my niece Hannah at Perkins Rowe Theatres to see Gone with the Wind. The only time I’ve seen it on the big screen was at the Denham Springs Carol Theatre when I was a little girl, maybe a pre-teen. So, we met this morning for an early lunch/brunch at one of my favorite Italian spots here.

Diguilio Brothers is known for their eggplant parmigiana, so Momma and I ordered a brunch special called Eggs Di Guilio that featured cheese grits and eggplant parmigiana topped with an egg. It was delicious, but my niece Hannah ordered the regular eggplant parmigiana, and I think if you’re going for it, you should go whole hog. She declared herself the winner, and I concur. Susan got the spinach manicotti which was served with a giant meatball. Two men sat down beside us as we were finishing our lunch, and they cracked us up because they practically sat down at our table salivating over Susan’s meal. They got the waitress to identify Susan’s order to make sure they got the same thing she did. It was hilarious. The restaurant is very small, but they make great use of the space. When I walked into the ladies room, I was impressed that they even fit a restroom in that small area. I’ve been there four times, and every meal has been outstanding. It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite spaces, although it was so noisy in there today, we were practically screaming at each other. If it’s nice, I recommend the patio.

We headed over to Perkins Rowe, killed some time at Barnes and Noble and arrived at the theatre 30 minutes ahead of time. Susan said it was sold out, and I was stunned because I would not have thought that a movie that old would still have a line wrapping around the side of the building. Two theatres were jam-packed with multi-generational white women. I imagine Perkins Row had a banner day today. The movie is almost 4 hours long including the overture and the intermission, so we all ate and drank while we were there. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see blankets and picnic baskets if we’d been allowed to bring them in. It was like an extremely large female group camping trip.

Every time I see this icon of a movie, I’m impressed with another facet of Scarlet O’Hara’s personality. I’ve been a fan since I was little, read the unbelievably long book about 3 times and have owned a VHS or DVD version of it for as long as I can remember. I’ve watched it with my friend Angel over Mimosas in Boston, watched it alone, shared it with my yankee husband and settled in to watch it with my sister more than once. Today I resonated with her resilience. At several points, she came to a desperate spot. Her first desperate spot was in Atlanta when Melanie had started labor, and she wanted to leave. She tried to ditch Melanie, reached out for help, and melted down. But when she walked inside and finally realized that she had no choice, Vivian Leigh showed every emotion that I could imagine I would have in that situation. I could see the acceptance in her countenance when she realized that she was going to have to deliver this baby. It was up to her to take charge. It was almost as if she sucked her breath in and called up something inside of her that was foreign to her pampered, coy exterior and plugged in. I also saw it when Rhett left her on the road to Tara. She went through the same series of emotions and then climbed up in the buggy and accepted that it was going to have be her that got them through this. I’ve felt that feeling before when I’ve exhausted every solution that is available to me, and I have to suck it up and just do it. That is a scary moment when there’s no other option but you…. and you step off that cliff or jump for the flying trapeze. Vivian Leigh was a phenomenal actress. Her expressions .. her face … her body language … spoke volumes.

My niece Hannah asked if we could sum up the movie in a few words, and she laughed as she said, “It’s really about a house”. It’s a four hour movie about a woman obsessed with a piece of real estate. I would think that at some point Gone With the Wind would stop moving me, but it never does. I cried at the end like I always do. I got mad at both Rhett and Scarlet because they are both so stubborn and arrogant that they can’t appreciate what’s right in front of their faces. Time after time, they miss each other. The writing makes that movie timeless. The story in the book and the screenplay are masterpieces. There were several groups of women there that looked like us – multiple generations. Laughter, ahhhs, ohhhhs and sobs seemed choreographed as we all did them in unison. It was a fun way to spend the afternoon.

I am not prepared for the week. I haven’t cooked anything. I’m not particularly rested. My house did not get cleaned. I guess I’ll have to worry about all of that tomorrow. After all……. tomorrow is another day.

Y’all have a great week!

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