To all: I am only too happy to list my other favorite movies. Miracle on 34th Street. The General. The Caine Mutiny. Damn Yankees. 12 Angry Men. The Time Machine. Mighty Joe Young. The Music Box. Young Frankenstein. Silent Movie. All of the Marx Brothers’ movies except * The Big Store.*
Violet Bic is hotter. Fact.
Listen, I could cover for Donna Reed, and say she’s hotter than Violet, but, I just ain’t gonna do it any more. I’m tired of doing it.
Philadelphia Story is also a good film.
I usually watch IAWL at least once every year, but I was kind of busy this month. I have it on Blu-ray so maybe I’ll get a chance this weekend. Time to see if my 9-year old is ready for it (probably not).
It was the old Los Angeles HS at Olympic and Rimpau. It’s still there although most or all of the buildings had to be replaced after the 1971 earthquake. They do still have a pool, but whether it’s still under a retractable gymnasium floor I don’ know.
I’ve always found this character actor amusing. There’s a Three Stooges short where he tries to “transform them into gentlemen”
Oh, I’m not holding it against you. I’m just not a fan of IAWL, or of Jimmy Stewart. At all.
It’s one thing to criticize “It’s a Wonderful Life” but I’ll be damned if I am just going to sit here and let you slander eggnog unchallenged.
I thought it was Beverly Hills High School.
I always wondered if people used to say “HEE Haw!” at each other all the time like Sam did.
I was going to allude to the quotation at the beginning of Chapter 15 of Pudd’nhead Wilson.
According to Wikipedia, it is indeed Beverly Hills H.S. and it is still in existence as of 2013.
And the actor who played young George Bailey also played the kid in the snow ball fight in The Bishop’s Wife (Bobby Anderson).
I’m missing something…
"CHAPTER 15 — The Robber Robbed
Nothing so needs reforming as other people's habits. —
Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar
Behold, the fool saith, "Put not all thine eggs in the one
basket" —which is but a manner of saying, "Scatter your
money and your attention"; but the wise man saith, "Put all
your eggs in the one basket and—WATCH THAT BASKET!" —
Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar..."
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Forgive me; I should have been more specific: “Nothing so needs reforming…”
His speech to Potter in the boardroom after his father died still gives me chills. The line about how his father treated people as human beings but to a warped, frustrated old man like Potter they were just cattle and how his father died a much richer man than Potter would ever be was amazing.
I know its a movie character, but that takes a lot of balls to insult the man in town that can make or break your future. That kind of self-confidence and the courage to do and say what is right is a quality that is missed on far too many people today.
As far as the salary Potter offered, George Bailey tells Potter that he makes $45 per week. That comes out to $2,340 per year. This was pre-WWII, so I used 1940 as the year to plug into an inflation calculator. That amounts to $39,955.82 in today’s money. That would be squeaking by with a stay at home wife and several kids.
Potter offers him $20,000 per year to start. That is the equivalent of $332,955.71 in today’s money. That would definitely explain Bailey’s excitement.
And George turns him down cold. That again shows his motivations.
Sorry for the triple post, but more fun with numbers:
During the bank run, George has $2000 to pay to his depositors. This is approximately $35,000 in today’s money.
Most of his customers are asking for $20 to hold them over until the bank reopens or about $350. The sweetheart that George kisses for asking for $17.50 is about $315. The stingy old bastard demanding his $242 comes out to around $4,350, putting a dent in George’s reserves.
ETA: That was one hell of a honeymoon he was planning!
Well, they had to buy all those ropes to, y’know, lasso the moon.
But, yeah, $2000 in the early 1930s… that’s first-class round-the-world… and a long trip, too.
Lord knows I wouldn’t be spending anything on nightclothes for Donna Reed.
when the character made that grand speech he was heading out the door. To quote his ambitions: I’m shakin’ the dust of this crummy little town off my feet and I’m gonna see the world. Italy, Greece, the Parthenon, the Colosseum. Then, I’m comin’ back here to go to college and see what they know. And then I’m gonna build things. I’m gonna build airfields, I’m gonna build skyscrapers a hundred stories high, I’m gonna build bridges a mile long…