It's officially Christmas time. How do I know? It's the one and only time of the year I can watch "It's a Wonderful Life." Wouldn't be Christmas without George, Mary, ZuZu and her petals, Clarence and of course, Mr. Potter, that rotten, black-hearted bastard. I always loved how Sam Wainwright doesn't ever seem to care that George stole Mary from him. He just hee-haws his way through the whole movie.
Only one person I know didn't like this movie -- our old news editor, Bob, in Fayetteville, who wrote a column each Christmas about how this movie is actually a very dark picture of someone going insane. Of course, Bob also talked his wife into believing the Nazi's get the Von Trapp family at the end of "Sound of Music," and once prompted us to write poetry about Soylent Green.
Merry Christmas Bob, wherever you are.
2 comments:
Peter also hated this movie so you know two people.
No, really? Oh, Petey.
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