It’s the time of year when TV stations start cranking out Capra’s “It’s A Wonderful Life” over and over and over. This is possible due to a screwup in renewing copyright… it ran out in 1975. As a result, anybody can play it for free without having to get permission or pay royalties. So, there ya go.
“Wonderful Life” is one of those Classic Movies You Are Supposed To See Many Times that I had somehow failed to see until a few years ago. It’s also one of those Feel Good Warm And Fuzzy Movies. But… it’s not. It’s really not. My first thought on watchign the movie was something akin to “yikes.”
Not long after seeing the flick, I heard an interview on the radio with the author of THIS PIECE. He summed it up far better than I could. At the time, the movie had just given me a sense of general, vague disquiet; the author here nailed *why* it’s a disturbing flick:
“It’s a Wonderful Life” is a terrifying, asphyxiating story about growing up and relinquishing your dreams, of seeing your father driven to the grave before his time, of living among bitter, small-minded people. It is a story of being trapped, of compromising, of watching others move ahead and away, of becoming so filled with rage that you verbally abuse your children, their teacher and your oppressively perfect wife. It is also a nightmare account of an endless home renovation.
Nailed it.
I think at least part of the reason why my discomfort with the movie remained vague was because my over-riding thoughts revolved around it having been an alternate history story, and thus in the realm of science fiction… yet it’s never really described as such.
In the end, the character of George Bailey is still an angry jerk whose life had passed him by. In the end, he’s still on the hook for stolen money… he’s still staring down the barrel of serious jail time. In the end, things are so bad that the only thing that has kept him from suicide *isn’t* things actually getting better, it’s divine intervention from God Fricken’ Almighty… who hasn’t actually made the real problems of Bailey’s life go away. He’s still screwed.
A proper sequel likely would have had Bailey spending the next few days in a fevered, desperate attempt to be happy, followed by an arrest, trial and jail time. His life collapses, his family falls apart, the bank fails. Bedford Falls goes down in economic ruin. At the end, Bailey does finally die, a broken old man living in a homeless shelter sometime in the 1980’s. Upon death, that bastard angel Clarence shows him what Pottersville would have looked like… a thriving metropolis like Las Vegas. Troubled, to be sure, but at least still kicking, and a hell of a lot more fun than Bedford Falls.
At which point Clarence happily kicks Bailey out of Heaven straight into eternal damnation. Because that’s what his kind does.