Gone With The Wind Review

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Georgia, 1861. Petulant, spoiled Scarlett O'Hara (Leigh) holds a candle for the dashing Ashley (Howard), so when the announcement of his engagement to his cousin Melanie is greeted with pouty frustration, the enigmatic Rhett Butler seems a worthy second choice. But, slowly, inexorably, the drums of war are beginning to beat...


A kind of IMAX experience before IMAX existed, Gone With The Wind remains huge on every level: scale, emotions, running time, status. A love quadrangle set against the backdrop of the Civil War, the reasons to see include an astonishing burning-of-Atlanta set-piece, Max Steiner’s sweeping score, ridiculously vibrant Technicolor and Vivien Leigh’s Scarlett O’Hara, much spikier than the film’s chocolate-box reputation suggestions. There may be a few films from 1939 that have aged better — The Wizard Of Oz, Stagecoach, Ninotchka — but few can match it for its ability to deliver old-school Hollywood thrills.

Ginormous in both scale and emotional wallop, MGM's epic is still a cinematic event to be savoured.