A Catholic Notebook: Advent: Bailey, Roarke and Us

Friday, December 4, 2009

Advent: Bailey, Roarke and Us

author of this post: The_Anchoress

One of the best things about this season is that, invariably, someone writes about It’s A Wonderful Life, and muses on the complex, sometimes dark character of George Bailey.

Portrayed so perfectly by the perpetually likable James Stewart, it is easy to miss the fact that George Bailey is not a simple and good-natured cornpone from upstate New York; he is a man whose heart and faith are essential to him, because they balance out a real bitterness that shows itself in little ways. A man who has had to cast aside every dream in order to do “the right thing,” Bailey is -thanks to an old injury- denied even dubious adventure of soldiering during World War II. Watch him spit in disdain at himself and his situation, after he has responsibly handled a blackout drill in his neighborhood. When the big man from the small town comes beeping by in a slick, shiny car and a shinier woman, see George Bailey’s lip curl, not because his wife is wearing a baseball cap and sitting in his old clunker, but because she is so clearly content with the cap, and the clunker, and with comfortable, sacrificing, trapped old George, who always wanted so much more. He adores his wife; he wants what she wants, but why doesn’t she want more?
He kicks the car door.
George Bailey, who is a very good man living by what our post-Christian era might consider “quaint” morals, is deeply distressed. He loves much. He hates, too. Where there is great goodness, there is always equal potential for badness and mayhem, and it is a testament to James Stewart’s talent, and Frank Capra’s direction, that we barely notice Bailey’s flaws for all his good points. The truth is, though, that Bailey’s flaws are what define him; they challenge him, constantly, to transcend his own instincts. Subconsciously, I think we see the man in full -good and bad, light and dark- and recognize ourselves in him.
No wonder we want to sympathize; no wonder we want him to win. He is the personification of all of our demons and better angels.
He is also, as Joe Carter writes in a very smart piece, The Fountainhead of Bedford Falls:

Howard Roark, for example, is an idealistic young architect who chooses to “struggle in obscurity rather than compromise his artistic and personal vision‚” by conforming to the needs and demands of the community. In contrast, George Bailey is an idealistic young architect-wannabe who struggles in obscurity because he has chosen to conform to the needs and demands of the community rather than fulfill his artistic and personal vision. (Howard Roark is essentially what George Bailey might have become had he left for college rather than stayed in Bedford Falls.)
While both represent the artistic, ambitious, talented individual who is surrounded by stifling mediocrity, each character’s story unfolds in dramatically different fashion. Rand portrays Roark as a demigod-like hero who refuses to subordinate his self-centered ego for the wishes of society. Capra, in stark contrast, portrays Bailey as an amiable but flawed man who becomes a hero precisely because he has chosen to subordinate his self-centered ego to society.

Both men suffer, but one has suffered with the whole world, and the other has suffered only for himself. You’ll want to read the whole piece. I concur with Carter’s conclusions.

Read also Ed Morrissey’s Insightful musings on It’s a Wonderful Life
When one considers George Bailey, and our own mended and rebroken, hopeful hearts, how can the first reading from Mass today not lift us, keep us airborne:

Thus says the Lord God: But a very little while, and Lebana shall be changed into an orchard, and the orchard be regarded as a forest! On that day the deaf shall hear the words of a book; and out of gloom and darkness, the eyes of the blind shall see. The lowly will ever find joy in the Lord, and the poor rejoice in the Holy One of Israel . . .

And then to meditate on this:

The reason why we must hope in God is chiefly the fact that we belong to him, as effect belongs to cause. God does nothing in vain, but always acts for a definite purpose . . .
— St. Thomas Aquinas

And…

I fancy that hope is the last gift given to man, and the only gift not given to youth. Youth is pre-eminently the period in which a man can be lyric, fanatical, poetic; but youth is the period in which a man can be hopeless. The end of every episode is the end of the world. But the power of hoping through everything, the knowledge that the soul survives its adventures, that great inspiration comes to the middle-aged: God has kept that good wine until now.”
— G.K. Chesterton, Charles Dickens, Last of the Great Men (Source)

It took George Bailey a while to understand that. And the rest of us, too, probably.

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All credit for this post goes to The_Anchoress.
No copyright infringement intended. This is a complete copy-and-paste-save for my personal notebook (en todo from the blog, First Things)
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Comments thus far:
December 4th, 2009 | 10:49 am | #1

Excellent insight about one of my favorite movies of the season.
Side note about Capra’s (and maybe Donna Reed’s) genius. In this same scene, when Sam Wainwright is ribbing George Bailey about rejecting the offer to go into plastics (which George did as he embraced Mary and realized his love for her), Mary’s hand touches her abdomen, because she knows (or thinks) she’s pregnant, but she hasn’t told George yet. It’s a lovely little touch that adds depth to Mary’s character.

Sparki
December 4th, 2009 | 10:49 am | #2

Video of this whole scene here:

Mimsy
December 4th, 2009 | 11:11 am | #3

What a very nice way to start my day as we wind through the first week of Advent. I will send this to College Girl, who still wants to marry James Stewart and whose favorite book is A Tale of Two Cities.

Dagwood
December 4th, 2009 | 12:51 pm | #4

Great, great post. You’ve got me fired up to watch the movie again this season, something I’ve skipped the past several years.

Paul
December 4th, 2009 | 1:37 pm | #5

Every year I watch “It’s a Wonderfull Life”. Every year it makes me cry. It never gets old. God I love that movie.

Victor
December 4th, 2009 | 1:44 pm | #6

I might be sixty three but nevertheless, I’m learning everyday that I’m simply a child of God and spiritually speaking if I may say, I’m very young indeed.
Thank you for the memories and although I’ve seen “IT’s” a wonderful life” many, many times in the pass and if I might again say that I’m spiritually educated every time I see how God’s Angels are always around to help us when we have a sincere heart and joy jumps within this flesh of mine every time I see this movie.
Ha yes! I’ll go off topic just a little to say “Merry Christmas” and there’s so much more that I want to say but I think I’ll simply quit while I’m still in the running if you know what I mean?