I saw "It's a Wonderful Life" for the first time when I was 15. I'd noticed it in the periphery of Christmas for many years, with teachers rolling televisions into classrooms to play the film during grade school holiday parties. But the mere fact of its black-and-whiteness had immediately led me to dismiss it as "boring," and I'd instead opted to chomp mini candy canes and pass notes about who in class had gotten her period so far.
Then in my sophomore year of high school, I strolled through my parents' living room and caught a glimpse of Jimmy Stewart's slow smile. It stopped me. Who was this absolute dreamboat of a man, and why wasn't he all we were talking about nonstop, every day of the year?
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