I’m a little late to this, but I’m so happy that, with all the to-do over whether the film’s fair to Asians, somebody’s brought up the poor lounge singer. The race issue is its own conversation, but I think the lounge singer epitomizes the class issue. She’s presented as vulgar and laughable, a foil for Scarlett’s delicate sensibility and unassailable fashion sense… but she’s just one of the few characters in the movie who, like most of the world, is stuck in a kind of shitty job that she probably had to swallow some integrity to do, but it pays the bills. It’s easy to pay homage to the Scarlett character’s integrity when clearly someone else is putting a (very lovely) roof over her head. And it’s difficult not to extend that thought to the filmmaker.

I didn’t realize I had so much to say about it. I really did love the movie, but that upperclass supercilious streak has come to annoy me more and more.