Can we just talk about how absolutely perfect that runaway bride scene is with Prissy and the girls running out in the stark white snow?
And back in the church, Mrs. Andrews gives her husband the ever slightest dimple of a smile, expressing the subtlest glimpse of relief that her first daughter is not throwing away her future to marry a social climbing fool?
And Prissy trips and we think sheâs broken down, and when she sits up sheâs so blissfully happy with her decision to leave Phillips at the altar?
And how, in that moment, she forever changed those girlsâ perception of societal expectations around marriage, education, and independence?
And they they all get up and dance in the cold winter sunshine, celebrating the momentous occasion?
And how, while few words are spoken, itâs the most pure and beautiful piece of cinematography, a bright contrast to the dark alternative future Prissy would have endured had she followed through with the ceremony?
She chose herself. She chose her future.
