Molly Haskell on npr, re: Frankly My Dear…. :
“We We We” just loved that story!
…. I don’t think so.
Gone with the Wind: Don’t ya just hate it?
My Mom was addicted to it;
I’m sure I saw it by the time I was 7 or 8, and it didn’t impress me;
She said I wasn’t old enough.
When I was around 13, it came around again; I still didn’t like it; She said I still wasn’t old enough. At that point I was beginning to wonder if she was right, or if…
I’m not really sure if I saw it again in my 20s, but I vividly remember giving it one more shot when I was in my early 30s and
BAM! Not more than, what, 15? 20 minutes in? it was blaringly clear to me why I’d always hated that movie:
Talk about some whiny ass white southern bitch/es I could not possibly care less about! Talk about racist shit! Oh my God!
It made me sick.
And I was so glad to know that in all my youthful days something about that movie just didn’t work for me.
Listening to Molly Haskell go on and on about We We We, oh we loved it, and her new book Frankly My Dear…
Speak for yourself and your southern pals!
Maybe I’m too much of a yank; maybe I like black folks too much; maybe I’m too disgusted by lazy spoiled rich plantation aristocrats, prancing around drinking and scheming while everything they own and are crying over losing was built up by – ahem – “slaves”!
SLAVES, Hello? Did Molly miss that part?
Oh yeah, Butterfly McQueen; my Mom loved imitating Butterfly McQueen: “I don’ know nothin’ ‘bout birthin’ no babies, Miss Scarlett!”…oh really? Somehow out of the two of them, I’ll bet it wasn’t Butterfly who didn’t know nothing.
And good ol’ Hattie McDaniel as Mammy, yeah…’just like on the syrup bottle, Mommy’…
And Miss Scarlet and her flouncy flirty airhead babble: “War War War, that’s all anybody talks about!”.
Scarlett O’Hara as Feminist Archetype (according to Haskell)???
Please…she employs her wits to use the only qualities a woman was (is?) allowed to use – her sexuality and attractiveness, not to mention status – to go after everything/everyone she wants; she’s the same manipulative materialistic type that can be encouraged/found everywhere;
And Rhett was just another sucker, ‘til he woke up the hard way.
Eventually she decides to get tough and fight for “her” land, to work as hard as a “slave”; but I’ll bet she had her black Mammy waiting on her as soon as she got hooked back up;
And oh, poor Atlanta; all those southern riches burning to the ground…
Man, as much as I love fashion, I’m just too much of a yank to stomach that story ever again…