Scott Weinberg is right -- in this day and age, there's no movie that can't be remade. While I don't necessarily believe in sacred cows (and I feel like if there's a novel at the source it can be excused), there are some films that got it right the first time -- and one of these is Gone with the Wind. First, I'll begin by saying that I know all the arguments against it and Margaret Mitchell's book. I've got history credentials, after all. In fact, I find the story even more fascinating because of its social and historical problems. At it's heart, Gone with the Wind is more about the Depression than the Civil War, and functions as historiography and American mythmaking.

But on a pure fluff level, I get sucked in by its costumes and loyalty to the source material. Every time I watch it (and my mom and I just indulged in it this week), I'm blown away. There are few books that seem to walk effortlessly and eerily to the screen, but this is one of them. I'm the gazillionth person to say it but Scarlett O'Hara was always Vivien Leigh, Clark Gable was always Rhett Butler, and no one could have played Ashley Wilkes but Leslie Howard. But more than that are the incredible details in the sets, costumes, and performances that were copied from the book, though no one but fans would notice.

So, here's just one of the scenes I love, precisely because its a nod to fandom before fandom existed. You'll notice the painting of Scarlett's grandmother is scratched by Union bayonets, the curtains are are faded perfectly, and the dress is a spot-on replica of what the book described, right down to the chicken feathers on the hat ... and oh yeah, the reunion between Scarlett and Rhett is pretty sexy, too.