Then...1969...Germany. My husband was a soldier and we were stationed in Germany. Movies on the post were 25 cents, it was the fifty-year anniversary of the movie, and I dragged my husband to Gone with the Wind three times. I was up to a half dozen times, and I pushed for seven but Frank wouldn't be budged. Newly weds or not, three was enough for him.
Gone with the Wind is the ultimate romance. Yes, it is. The orthodox romance lovers say not so much, where's the HEA? Use your imagination. You just know they'll run into each other, on purpose, and he'll wisk her into those gorgeous arms, haul her up the stairs and Scarlett won't care about tomorrow.