I hadn’t watched It’s a Wonderful Life from start to finish in at least five years, maybe closer to ten. I came in prepared to declare my past affection at least somewhat a byproduct of holiday sentimentalism.
But then I started watching and it’s just so good. I fell in love all over again.
The story does such a good job from the start of constructing the film’s two poles: George Bailey, chipper and smart and principled, and Bedford Falls, sleepy and bumbling (but very human), evil banker Potter always circling.
Over and over, the town needs George to sacrifice something of himself. The audience is as emotionally depleted as George is by the supernatural climax, a noir alternate reality that is a final cold dagger.
Then it starts snowing, and George is back, and I’m already choking up. No movie ending I’ve seen is so euphoric and life-affirming yet so deeply earned. “A toast to my big brother George, the richest man in town,” followed by “Auld Lang Syne,” crystallizes a theme common but rarely felt so strongly in stories: the value of serving others instead of yourself.
It would be tough to overstate how good Jimmy Stewart is in this. He captures every angle of George Bailey — the upstart hungry to see the world; the resilient good guy who hangs around; the depressed lug who can’t get a break; the inverse-Scrooge witnessing his own bleak erasure; and the giddy, dazed “richest man.” It’s not just Jimmy Stewart the charmer, but a real piece of character work with a complete arc.
The movie’s black and white photography is gorgeous, with lots of flourishes that add texture to the story: the gauzy portrait of Mary, the shadowy Pottersville, the visual energy of the dance collapsing into the pool. And nearly all of the acting is good, with Donna Reed’s warm presence the film’s secret weapon.
You can certainly poke holes. Some of the editing is wonky, and I don’t even have much of an eye for such things; the World War 2 montage feels a bit out of place for a film otherwise entirely contained in a small town; and there might be one too many instances of a last-minute crisis keeping George at home the exact moment he’s about to head out.
But none of those flaws end up mattering. George pulls out Zuzu’s petals and I’m not thinking about anything other than how lucky I am a film can still make me feel this way.
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