And so my year-long look at the films of Hollywood cinema's annus mirabilis, 1939, ends the only way it possibly could have: with the massive, indescribable epic that ended the year with the mightiest bang ever committed to celluloid: four hours of luminous Technicolor, rampaging melodrama, historical revision, and one of the finest performances by any actress in the English language.
My review of David O. Selznick's Gone with the Wind goes up on December 27.
13 December 2009
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Just a few rules so that everybody can have fun: ad hominem attacks on the blogger are fair; ad hominem attacks on other commenters will be deleted. And I will absolutely not stand for anything that is, in my judgment, demeaning, insulting or hateful to any gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation, or religion. And though I won't insist on keeping politics out, let's think long and hard before we say anything particularly inflammatory.
Also, sorry about the whole "must be a registered user" thing, but I do deeply hate to get spam, and I refuse to take on the totalitarian mantle of moderating comments, and I am much too lazy to try to migrate over to a better comments system than the one that comes pre-loaded with Blogger.
Don't do it, Tim. We love you.
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