He was not the most handsome man. He was not the fairest of them all. He was not received in the best families. He was the scandal of the town. Expelled from a prestigious institute, cast out of his family, a speculator and a gambler who consorted with "unchaste" women.
No, I am not talking about the Madurai accent speaking, unwashed, dirtily dressed uneducated guy with the uncombed hair who is often the hero in recent Tamil movies. He abuses women, beats up innocent people, sometimes commits murder and lives like a pig. He is even rude to the purity-personified heroine who doggedly pursues him just because the producer of the movie paid her to do so. After the intermission, he is still the same animal which now develops "love feelings" for the heroine. He follows her around like a puppy and she takes her revenge by making him do stupid things, which are different from the stupid things he did before the intermission. Enter villain/villains in the climax and it is mostly the heroine who is raped or killed or commits suicide. The hero is brokenhearted and alive. And that is the sad ending for you which somehow evokes appreciation from the modern movie-goers.
Okay, that entire paragraph was digression from what this post is about. Where was I? Yes, I am talking about Rhett Butler. All you practical jokers (I know I said jokers instead of practical-joke-crackers, relax.) don't even try to ask in which hotel he works. If you don't know him, go and read Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell.
He was not the most handsome man, but he was handsome. He was a rebel but not a menace to society. He had common sense but not arrogance. He was opportunistic but not selfish. He was outspoken and confident but not brash. He teased the quirks in women, but did not insult them. He respected ladies. He was frank but not rude. He seemed to be very unattached but he was patriotic and loving.
He admired and respected the woman he loved. He understood her, spoiled her like a child and let her stamp her feet through all her tantrums, soothed her fears, bore her idiosyncrasies, laughed at her rude remarks and still retained his dignity. And when she had been blind to his love beyond a point, he told her, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" and walked away!
I admire Rhett for his suaveness, cool head, practicality and genuineness. And frankly my dear, he is one man who should not have been just fictional.
Note: This post is just about Rhett Butler, the fictional character. People trying to read between lines please note that you are expected to only read the lines that have been written. The rest are blank spaces.
No, I am not talking about the Madurai accent speaking, unwashed, dirtily dressed uneducated guy with the uncombed hair who is often the hero in recent Tamil movies. He abuses women, beats up innocent people, sometimes commits murder and lives like a pig. He is even rude to the purity-personified heroine who doggedly pursues him just because the producer of the movie paid her to do so. After the intermission, he is still the same animal which now develops "love feelings" for the heroine. He follows her around like a puppy and she takes her revenge by making him do stupid things, which are different from the stupid things he did before the intermission. Enter villain/villains in the climax and it is mostly the heroine who is raped or killed or commits suicide. The hero is brokenhearted and alive. And that is the sad ending for you which somehow evokes appreciation from the modern movie-goers.
Okay, that entire paragraph was digression from what this post is about. Where was I? Yes, I am talking about Rhett Butler. All you practical jokers (I know I said jokers instead of practical-joke-crackers, relax.) don't even try to ask in which hotel he works. If you don't know him, go and read Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell.
He was not the most handsome man, but he was handsome. He was a rebel but not a menace to society. He had common sense but not arrogance. He was opportunistic but not selfish. He was outspoken and confident but not brash. He teased the quirks in women, but did not insult them. He respected ladies. He was frank but not rude. He seemed to be very unattached but he was patriotic and loving.
He admired and respected the woman he loved. He understood her, spoiled her like a child and let her stamp her feet through all her tantrums, soothed her fears, bore her idiosyncrasies, laughed at her rude remarks and still retained his dignity. And when she had been blind to his love beyond a point, he told her, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" and walked away!
I admire Rhett for his suaveness, cool head, practicality and genuineness. And frankly my dear, he is one man who should not have been just fictional.
Note: This post is just about Rhett Butler, the fictional character. People trying to read between lines please note that you are expected to only read the lines that have been written. The rest are blank spaces.
