What: It's a Wonderful Life (1946)
Rating: 10, at least as far as Christmas movies are concerned
Non-Quantifiable Rating: What's that you say? You don't like this movie? It is uncomfortable to lug around that stone heart of yours?
I will admit that there was a tiny part of me that was marginally disappointed to find how much I adored this film, because it's just such a cliche to watch this movie at Christmas and fall in love with it. However, it turns out that it's cliche for a reason.
This movie, a story about self-worth in post-Depression era Anytown U.S.A., is phenomenal. After all, this was my first perfect 10 - even if it is a qualified 10. It's possible that I'm the last person on earth who hadn't seen this movie, but in case I have fellow grinches out there, throw in the towel and go rent it. Heck, buy it like we did, because we'll be watching it every year.
As mentioned in my post on Paranormal Activity, it's hard for movies to "get" to me. Well, this one got to me. I forgot all about Frank Capra lounging in the director's chair and was sucked in like a Dyson. Jimmy Stewart's classic performance was the drizzle of Bailey's Irish Cream in this piping hot cocoa mug of a story. I give in. I'm just a sentimental schlup like the rest of them.
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