Word: baileys
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Dates: during 2000-2000
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...this world, is more delightful than the gay wonderful laughter of little children?" Charlie Brown stands, sets his jaw, and kicks the radio set clear out of the room. Here was a comic strip hero, who, unlike his predecessors Li'l Abner, Dick Tracy, Joe Palooka or Beetle Bailey, could take the restrained fury of the '50s and translate it into a harbinger of '60s activism...
...film, George Bailey never gets out of Bedford Falls. His brother Harry goes off to war and wins the Medal of Honor and his friend Sam Wainwright becomes a business tycoon. But George struggles to support his wife and children. And when the debts pile up and things look black, George finds himself on the railing of a bridge, ready to leap...
Harvard, of course, aspires to make us all like Harry Bailey and Sam Wainwright--or even, God help us, like Mr. Potter, the wealthy, grasping banker of Bedford Falls. And no one here, no gov jock or pre-med or final club frequenter wants to be George Bailey. No one wants to suffer and sweat and barely scrape by, to give up youthful potential in favor of adult burdens, to sacrifice dreams on the altar of necessity. No one wants to be at the end of their rope on Christmas Eve, staring down into dark water and needing a little...
Maybe no one has to. Maybe all the promises that Harvard makes to us will come true. But maybe there's a little George Bailey in all of us. And if there is, it might be a good thing for Harvard to remember Christmas after...
...tale of redemption, it is no better than so-so; the revelation that George Bailey's world was better off with him in it has none of the social message or the moral urgency of Scrooge's ghost-bed conversion. The angel-wing stuff is silly. James Stewart, Donna Reed, Thomas Mitchell and company are all terrific in their parts, but that would not explain the near mythic stature of the thing, or why, Christmas after Christmas, one reluctantly finds oneself tearing up without knowing what the weeping is about...