Of course, when you get down to it, the film is hardly cheesy, or at least about as hardly cheesy as it could get in 1940, which is probably why this film won John Ford his, like, sixteenth Oscar and hardly anything else. Lennie Small would look at that book and say, 'I may be retarded, but don't insult my intelligence', but hey, it wouldn't be too much cheesier than this film's trailer, whose first minute was spent going on and on about the success of the book and even went as far as to put together corny dramatisations involving people talking about how they've 'never had such a demand for a book' and 'can't supply the demand'.

Symbolic and ironically fitting planting term jokes aside, whenever I look at that title, I can't help but imagine a giant bunch of grapes descending from the sky and destroying everything so that the humans would finally know what it's like to be juiced, though I knew that this film would never be about that, because Steinbeck probably wouldn't do something that stupid. Maybe it's not so much the grapes that are wrathful as much as it's the grapevine, because if root is associated with all evil, then vines have to at least be pretty wrathful. I've heard of the fruits of labor, but I don't exactly know what to make of the 'grapes of wrath', because I know good and well that wrath isn't exactly a good thing, and always figured that the term 'fruit' was associated with something good, so I reckon I need to go back and do a bit more research on the term 'fruit', unless of course grapes aren't actually considered fruits, in which case, I better not do any research or else my head will explode in a juicy mess like a grape, because the classification of a tomato is confusing enough.

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