tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357864507586156598.post8301916892473967060..comments2023-10-30T08:37:39.563-04:00Comments on "My Tears Spoiled My Aim" . . . A Southerner in NYC: A Pitiful, Dreadful Life?BrianChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17474333393989390643noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357864507586156598.post-12380799992375565902008-12-24T08:46:00.000-05:002008-12-24T08:46:00.000-05:00Even in my younger years, when it was decidedly no...Even in my younger years, when it was decidedly not "in" to profess loving this film, I always argued its virtues against the more cynical position.<BR/><BR/>If today's critics are just now seeing the "darker" sides of George Bailey's life, all I can say is that they just weren't paying attention earlier. It is precisely because of the depth of his character that the film has staying power. <BR/><BR/>He's no Pollyanna. He's flawed, sometimes angry, impatient, and annoyed. He *is* everyman. At least the everyman we used to extoll. The one who had dreams and wanted to follow them but who realized that when fulfilling those dreams becomes an act of selfishness that's harmful to others, it's time to seek new dreams.<BR/><BR/>It takes his character a crisis to discover the value that grew from letting go of "my dreams." Perhaps our current crisis will help us move from extolling "me" to better taking care of "we."<BR/><BR/>I hope so.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for this post again, Brian. Happy Holidays!jennifer blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10162940461142708018noreply@blogger.com