I watched this in a theater when I was about 14 years old. Not one of the currently common multiplexes, but one of the surviving theaters from the golden age of films as the visual entertainment option. I was much taken with the whole spectacle. The love story, especially the Scarlet-Rhett one, not so much. I just could not see what anyone would see in Scarlet other than that she was hot looking.

I saw in again when I was about 22 years old I think. To add to my previous impressions was that it was a glorification of the Old South and slavery, something Margaret Mitchell intended.