Love is never equal

Gone with the Wind

(1939)

You know, for a 3¾-hour film, this mostly races along at a breakneck (no equestrian-accidents pun intended) pace. It slows only in the late going, after the squirmiest transition from a rape scene in the history of cinema, and then the slower pace is probably necessary to do justice to the tragicomic irony in the failure of the principles' emotions ever to line up.

This has always been a film I've admired more than liked, but I admire it enough to return to it periodically despite the fact that I could be watching two normal-length movies instead.