Gone with the Wind (1939)
Starring Vivien Leigh, Clark Gable, Hattie McDaniel, Olivia de Havilland and some guy named Leslie who plays some guy named Ashley.
LAST SEEN: “I don’t give a damn.”
OPENS WITH: Scarlett, the South’s most famous debutante, is now financially independent living it up as Atlanta’s most notorious cougar.
Cut to Scarlett racing out of her garage onto West Paces Ferry.
As soon as she hits Peachtree, she comes to a screeching halt! There is bumper to bumper traffic.
She frets, “How will I get to St. Cecilia on time for lunch? I swore I would never be hungry again!”
Up ahead she sees that the road was closed by a film crew.
“What’s come over this here town? Yankees have come over it! Same as they’ve come over all of us!”
After lunch, she heads across the street to Phipps Plaza. She’s stopped by the valet.
“Sorry Miss Scarlett, can’t park you today. They are shooting a commercial at the mall entrance.”
“I have to park myself!?”
“Yes, Miss Scarlett.”
Scarlett decides Louis Vuitton and Versace can wait until tomorrow. She has to film Real Housewives anyway. Might as well be there instead of where they want her to go – Phaedra’s kid’s birthday at the aquarium or something.
“Lordy, if I have to hear any more about Apollo…”
She’s late to her Junior League Sustainers meeting at the Swan Coach House. She rounds the corner when she’s stopped by an off-duty police officer.
“Seriously? There can’t possibly be a wedding right now. It’s 2pm on a Thursday. Why can’t I get through?”
“They are shooting some scenes for The Hunger Games, or maybe it’s The Walking Dead. Wait, no. Whatever it is, it definitely has Jason Bateman in it.”
Pissed, she makes a U-turn and heads up 400 to her personal trainer. Maybe he can fit her in early.
“That’s just great,” Scarlett mumbles under her breath. All the gym’s parking spots are taken.
She angrily opens the door to Body by Design and starts screaming at the owner, “What the hel! is going on here!”
“Hey, you’re early. That’s ok. Just do some Spider-mans, and we’ll start after everyone leaves. Jason Bateman is here scouting for a scene!”
Scarlett leaves and sits in her car. She remembers something her third husband told her,
“Take a good look my dear. It’s a historic moment. You can tell your grandchildren about how you watched the Old South fall one night.”
“It’s happened again, “she whispers aloud. “Where shall I go? What shall I do?”
Her face brightens. “After all…tomorrow is another day.”
THE NEXT DAY:
A film production crew has taken over Tara.
“Fiddle dee dee,” hums Scarlett, “I rented it at a premium to the Yankees…”