I have just returned from seeing Gone With The Wind. On the big screen and all. Oh my. What brilliance. I actually don't like the storyline much. I think it's long and dull and melodramatic and all those things that it actually is, but those characters... Scarlett and Rhett are two of the best characters in fiction. Anywhere. I don't care who, or what, or where you care to mention. Those two are the pillars.

But marvellous as Scarlett is (and she is, even bearing in mind the small dissatisfaction (only small) that I have with Vivien Leigh's portrayal), it's Rhett that really does it for me. I cry precisely three times in that movie.

1: When we see Rhett after Scarlett's fallen down the stairs. He's dying inside over what he's done.

2: When Mammy is telling Mellie about Rhett's reaction to Bonnie's death. Because behind that simple relation hides a whole world of pain.

3: At the very end, when I think how much he has gone through, how much he has hurt, and how much it must hurt him to say those so-frequently quoted words: "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

The character is amazing. Clark Gable is incredible. I have a headache from cold and tears and tiredness. I'm going to bed.