I am apparently suicidal. I signed up for and am currently taking three summer semester classes, two of these happen to be strictly online: Introduction to Digital Arts & History of American Cinema. Don't get me wrong, I love these classes...seperately...together they form a gigantic mega online fire-powered destructo machine!
After recently being forced to watch Hitchcock's "Vertigo", which was really rather interesting in spite of the God awful acting, I had to follow up with "GWTW". If that damn movie had been over at Intermission, my opinion of Scarlett would still be somewhat kind. However, with two hours left to go, I quickly wished for her immediate death by Storm Troopers. I cannot begin to tell you how much of a whiny, spoiled brat she is. (I understand that her struggle through this movie mirrors that of the South and how they, like she, were blinded to reality...I am choosing to ignore that for this rant)
Scarlett O'Hara cares for no one but herself and as such, she deserves to be alone. End of story you dumb whore. No one gives a damn.
