We have so many blessings to be thankful for. 2017 was a tough year for us, but as we see the year come to a close, we are reminded of the wonderful friendships we have through the shop and the blog and our vast extended family. Thank you all. I certainly have a big backlog of things to say and I always promise to spill all and end up too busy to do it. Just know how much you are in our thoughts, prayers and hopes for the coming year.
Last night (as we always do on Christmas Eve), we watched the greatest Christmas movie of all again… A very good friend of ours is actually Frank Capra’s grandson, which is a wonderful connection to my all-time favorite Hollywood director. Every time we watch a Capra movie, we stuff a dollar into a jar to pay for the lapsed copyrights on Frank’s film catalog. The jar is overflowing and someday will go to the family for keeping his legacy alive (we watch these things a LOT). It may not amount to much and won’t save the historic family cabin in the Sierras, but… Someday when we have the museum done and have our theater, I want to have a Frank Capra marathon, see if one of the movie channels would coordinate with it, have the family here to talk about the moves for our very own special features documentaries and commentaries, etc. With historic artifacts on display like his three Best Director Oscars, etc.
Lots of online articles featuring It’s a Wonderful Life today – including some idiotic feminazi claiming the movie is sexist and pushes a misogynist message to oppress women. Such a ridiculous claim because in reality it is Mary who is the strong rock and hero of the picture… Not the troubled lead character contemplating suicide… An article written by a truly sexist idiot who can’t see an unconventional heroin by modern standards save the life and soul of a man (she goes on to say men should stop acting in lead roles altogether – way to go CNN, you beclown yourselves again-I’m not linking to it because you really don’t need to read this crap). But most of the other articles respectfully proclaim the movie to be the treasure it is. And several that delve deeply into the troubled actor Colonel James Stewart who struggled in his post-WWII civilian role as so many war veterans did and still do today. I urge you to read Jimmy Stewart – Bomber Pilot…
I’ll end my babble quoting one of the articles and a long quote from the director himself, on why be made the film and attitudes that shaped most of his successful career:
“I didn’t give a film-clip whether critics hailed or hooted Wonderful Life. I thought it was the greatest film I had ever made. Better yet, I thought it was the greatest film anybody ever made. It wasn’t made for the oh-so-bore critics, or the oh-so-jaded literati. It was my kind of film for my kind of people. …
A film to tell the weary, the disheartened and the disillusioned; the wino, the junkie, the prostitute; those behind prison walls and those behind Iron Curtains, that no man is a failure!
To show those born slow of foot or slow of mind, those oldest sisters condemned to spinsterhood, and those oldest sons condemned to unschooled toil, that each man’s life touches so many other lives. And that if he wasn’t around it would leave an awful hole.
A film that said to the downtrodden, the pushed-around, the pauper, “Heads up, fella. No man is poor who has one friend. Three friends and you’re filthy rich.”
A film that expressed its love for the homeless and the loveless; for her whose cross is heavy and him whose touch is ashes; for the Magdalenes stoned by hypocrites and the afflicted Lazaruses with only dogs to lick their sores.
I wanted it to shout to the abandoned grandfathers staring vacantly in nursing homes, to the always-interviewed but seldom-adopted half-breed orphans, to the paupers who refuse to die while medical vultures wait to snatch their hearts and livers, and to those who take cobalt treatments and whistle — I wanted to shout, “You are the salt of the earth. And It’s a Wonderful Life is my memorial to you!”
From the article: