Is there nothing — nothing at all — that precious liberal killjoys can’t suck all the juice out of?
“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.
Yeah, I know, he’s being tongue in cheek about the whole thing. But Jeez Louise, cannot these people ever give the jaded hipster-cynic pose a rest, at least at this time of year? And lookit:
Here’s the thing about Pottersville that struck me when I was 15: It looks like much more fun than stultifying Bedford Falls — the women are hot, the music swings, and the fun times go on all night. If anything, Pottersville captures just the type of excitement George had long been seeking.
…Not only is Pottersville cooler and more fun than Bedford Falls, it also would have had a much, much stronger future. Think about it: In one scene George helps bring manufacturing to Bedford Falls. But since the era of “It’s a Wonderful Life” manufacturing in upstate New York has suffered terribly.
On the other hand, Pottersville, with its nightclubs and gambling halls, would almost certainly be in much better financial shape today. It might well be thriving.
Umm, a bit like New York City currently is, you mean?
Like I said, I know the guy’s just kidding around, and some of it’s actually kinda funny. But man, when you start mocking It’s A Wonderful Life, you put yourself on the fightin’ side of me, as a great American once said.
Oh, and Donna Reed isn’t “oppressively perfect” in the film. She’s merely…perfect. Dammit, don’t argue; you know it’s so.