Let's BE "It's a Wonderful Life."

I'm the look of bitter disappointment portrayed by Jimmy Stewart, one of the greatest cornball actors of all time.

There have already been several threads on this OP. Would it have killed you to have done a search first before you posted this? I mean really? What’s wrong with having a little consideration for others and doing a search first? Would it really have been that hard? Would it? Are you going to be able to give us an honest answer to this? Are you?

I'm Nick, the homophobic bartender, currently enjoying a revival on Datalounge.

I'll be the wise and generous unmarried African American lady who had saved up for her divorce.

I’m Zuzu, happy about the angel getting its wings.

[quote] I'll be the wise and generous unmarried African American lady who had saved up for her divorce.

We're the cast of [italic]Song of the South[/italic], made the same year in Technicolor, wondering why they still show this every year when our far superior movie, which wasn't even a Christmas movie, is still under lock and key thanks to an evil corporation hell-bent on world domination that nonetheless believes a Godawful and embarrassing ripoff with white dancers in blackface and no actual black people in it is more acceptable. Was she really the only sister in Bedford Falls? You call this progress?

I DID a search, r1.

There were no "Let's Be" threads for IAWL.

I want to dive into the pool wearing my suit and tie. It's on my bucket list.

I’m George and Mary’s sexual tension while listening to Sam Wainwright drone away on the phone.

I'm my favorite line in the movie

[quote]Well, you look about like the kind of angel I'd get.

^ My favorite line is also in that scene, when Clarence mentions they don't use money in heaven and George barks, "Well it comes in pretty handy down here, bub!"

I'm the viewer at home, diving for the remote to change the channel when the movie comes on. It's a Wonderful Life SUCKS.

I'm the run-down mansion that would go for several million in San Francisco.

I'm the broken newel post on the staircase banister.

I’m the fact that it flopped when it first came out, went into public domain for decades, and now is somehow perennial Christmas gold.

Go figure.

I'm Sheldon Leonard who plays Nick the bartender. I'll give up acting and become a producer. I'll produce The Dick VanDyke Show, Andy Griffith, The Danny Thomas Show, Gomer Pyle USMC, I Spy and a bunch of other hits.

I'm Jimmy Stewart's incredulous, stuttering drawl.

I'm the funnier and more original thread.

I'm the friendless loser at home sobbing watching this movie, baffled at how I fucked up my life. For I am not loved like this. I never thought my life would turn out like this, where I picked all the wrong people to surround myself-- narcissistic, self absorbed, selfish, self-serving, users, who ghosted me when I no longer played a role in their master plan to conquer Hollywood. I was so dumb, and I will always regret that invested so much time and energy in these empty relationships. I fucked up.

r18, That thread is about Nick, in particular, not the movie in general.

I'm the hard bitter faces in the Georgeless universe.

I’m Old Man Gower, staggering drunkenly into Nick’s sleazy bar. I poisoned a family and did hard time.

I'm every teenager in America wishing their high school had a gym with a floor that retracted and turned into a swimming. pool.

R23: That's only in the world where George never existed.

I'm Republic Pictures finding a loophole to reclaim the copyright so we can actually make money selling the broadcast TV rights to NBC, limiting the number of showings by about 95%. You're welcome.

I’m alternate world Mary. I’m about to close up the libraryyyyyyyyyy!

I'm Bert and Ernie, heterosexual best friends who are always together, but for an earlier generation

I'm a silly, boring, maudlin, piece of shit movie.

[quote] I'm Sheldon Leonard who plays Nick the bartender. I'll give up acting and become a producer. I'll produce The Dick VanDyke Show, Andy Griffith, The Danny Thomas Show, Gomer Pyle USMC, I Spy and a bunch of other hits.

Only to be turned into the namesake of an annoying pest.

R30 only watches movies made from graphic novels.

I'm Mr. Potter, who represents the worst of Capitalism

I’m garlic. Mr. Potter made an ethnic slur out of me.

I'm town strumpet Violet Bick and I am a couple of years away from my husband walking in on me screwing my stepson, whom I will later marry.

I'm the South Park parody

I'm nothing but a scurvy little spider!

I’m the Bells of St. Mary’s, now playing in Bedford Falls. It stared Henry Travers, aka Clarence, Oddbody, Angel Second Class. It was release in 1945, the previous year before IAWL.

I’m VJ Day, when Bedford Falls wept and prayed, like as on VE Day. Millennials don’t know what they are.

I'm the hole in George's eardrum created when he saved Harry's life.

I’m Aunt Laura. I’m dead.

I’m the accusation that George is torturing the children.

We're the producers of [italic]thirtysomething[/italic] paying homage to it with a vanity logo:

I so hate this fucking movie. My dad used to take me to Lancaster PA every Christmas for about 10 days and all the time on what seemed like every channel that was on the hotel's cable system they played this movie over and over and over again. It spoiled the whole vacation because often the weather sucked and we ended up spending lots of time in the hotel. It was a really nice hotel too, modern, a little fancy for Lancaster standards so I don't know why they didn't have some better kind of entertainment. The only other thing to really do was eat and if the weather permitted take a side trip to Hershey PA and see the damn chocolate tour again. Oh and shop, they had a good mall and all those outlet stores. My dad loved the ones that sold electronics. Mostly my memories of those Christmas vacations was putting on the TV and that fucking movie being on, all the time.

I'm Jimmy Stewart looking like a 40 year old high school student

I’m Uncle Billy’s crow

I'm Mr. Potter's wheelchair. Hoo boy, do I smell!

R48 is an illiterate tasteless millennial prick who has achieved nothing.

I'm Jimmy Stewart's hammy double-takes.

I'm Mary, walking home just after closing up the library. I'm about to change into my sexiest outfit and head down to Nick's bar for a good stiff one, and hopefully find a good stiff one, if you know what I mean. No pixies there tonight, it's Christmas Eve and we're gonna party hard! Ahghhhhhhhhh! Oh, I'm sorry sirs, I thought you were that creepy guy from last Saturday at Nick's. Pardon me

R49 lonely, decrepit boomer queen who considers her Liza and Judy record collection and this DL thread to be "accomplishments." Have a good time at the bath house on Christmas day.

THAT does it.

r49 and r52, OUT you two pixies go!

R24 that was Beverly Hills High School!

But it's not all great at BHS. There's also a known cancer cluster there. Erin Brockovich found Beverly Hills has high cancer rates. Why?

I’m Ruth Dakin Bailey. I have a trust fund and a husband who’s a genius at research.

I'm the other key in his pocket, the one which unlocks the second-floor men's bathroom in the science wing. They have to get out of their wet clothes, too.

I'm the post-WWII, heteronormative, Christian, American "dream" that underpins the entire film.

When is one allowed to post once they opted for membership?

I'm eight thousand bucks, which the guardian angel doesn't happen to have on him.

I'm SNL coming up with the retaliation for Mr. Potter stealing the money that the movie deprived him of.

I'm the stuff bad American Dreams are made of.

I'm the [italic]Married With Children[/italic] Christmas episode where Al & Peg try to find literally anything else to watch.

I’m the long lost footage of the final 3 minutes that were cut out:

We are 15 year old cousin Mira and Tiphany and we don't want to watch this crap.

I'm Ma Bailey. I am a dead-eyed widow who runs a rooming house for down-on-their-luck wanderers. I drink nips of rum in the kitchen every morning and cry myself to sleep at night using my dusty apron as a tissue.

I'm "Buffalo Gals" that awful song that George and Mary sing on their way home after the dance, which seemingly becomes "their" song. How romantic: 'Buffalo gals, woncha come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight, Buffalo gals woncha come out tonight and dance by the light of the moon!" GAG.

R64 was great, but instead of an intro with William Shatner, it should have been Robert Osborne.

What the hell is a Buffalo Gal?

It’s a gal from nearby Buffalo, NY. It’s 2-1/2 hours NW of Elmira.

I’m Pa Bailey. I won’t let my sons have gin—not one drop.

Buffalo Gals specifically refers to the dancing girls who performed in brothels and dancehalls.

Buffalo Gals was a song popularized in Vaudeville by traveling entertainers. They’d change the name of the town depending on where they were. For some reason, perhaps because of this movie, the Buffalo version became the most popular.

I have not heard of it referred to as related to brothels and dancehalls until R73.

I got that off of Wiki R75.

I’m Beulah Bondi, the actress who plays Jimmy Stewart’s mother, Ma Bailey. I play his mother in 5 movies.

I'm the situation George finds himself in when he gets home from work; $8000 dollars missing from the office, wife asking about inanities like a Merry Christmas wreath, daughter playing the same tune on the piano over and over, son asking how do you spell this, how do you spell that, daughter sick and fixated on flower petals. No wonder he ran out to throw himself off of a bridge!

I'm the kind of girl who can show you the answers.

I'm the kind of girl who can show you the answers.

I’m the townspeople who are laughing at Mr. Potter behind his back.

I'm the shack they had to move to.

I'm Harry Bailey. I went to war!

I'm the REAL meaning of this film: "It's a Wonderful Life Existing for Other People"

I’m the surprisingly good and, even actually, superior remake starring Marlo Thomas in the Jimmy Stewart role.

I'm the friendship between Bert and Ernie that persists even in the Georgeless universe.

I can’t find the other thread...

I just learned that the expression, “No man is a failure who has friends”, is a quote from Mark Twain, with whom Clarence is so impressed. And I think it’s fine that Clarence is 200 years older than Twain. He probably saw him from up above, or maybe met him at a holiday dinner. That just ties everything together. I always thought the quote was random and weird to give to a family man, before I knew the Twain connection.

I am the underlying message that being a good person means letting people taking advantage of you at every turn and letting them live out your dreams for you.

I'm David Thomson, film critic and Nicole Kidman fan. I wrote a series of character studies of film noirish characters in a book called SUSPECT. In my universe, George Bailey is the father of TAXI DRIVER's Travis Bickle and brother-in-law of LAURA'S Laura. In addition, SUNSET BOULEVARD's Norma Desmond and CHINATOWN's Jake Gittes are the parents of AMERICAN GIGOLO's Julian Kaye.

Yeah. It's that kind of book.

I’m that bush. I’m a gay bush and so secretly wish it was George caught without his clothing hiding behind me. SIZEMEAT.

[quote] Yeah. It's that kind of book.

You mean the kind you’d have to have a PhD in film in order to understand the plot of?

R93, or just an eldergay.

[quote] It was a really nice hotel too, modern, a little fancy for Lancaster standards so I don't know why they didn't have some better kind of entertainment

Your father didn’t bring board games or cards in case of bad weather?

LOL! I thought you were talking about an actor's bush, R92. Then I fantasized about the film's actors, who had a big bush?

I'm guessing George (Jimmy Stewart) himself, Bert (Ward Bond) and Ernie (Frank Faylen), Harry Bailey (Todd Karns), bartender Nick (Sheldon Leonard), Mickey, the guy offering the key of the swimming pool (Mark Roberts) and Freddie Othello, who accepted the key (Carl "Alfalfa" Switzer).

This is probably the most inane post ever on DL. I'm trying to avoid work I have to do. And I'm getting horny.

I’ve been wondering what Othello’s full name was. How funny that high schoolers of 1920 referred to each other by their last names, just like they do today! (I had assumed that Othello was his first name.) How did you get his full name, R97?

Well, I held out for as long as I could, fellow DL-ers.

In my, just last month, fifty-years of life, I had never seen this movie. I was stuck in my brothers’ place and he decided I just had to see it.

How to say this...

Meh.

It was nothing special. Why is this movie so beloved?

George is a total loser who didn’t have the balls to go out and do what he wanted. He was manipulated time and again so that he was forced to do what he didn’t want to. At some point you just have to say “fuck it”. Some would call him noble and self-sacrificing but I just call him dumb.

I’m Seneca Falls, New York. I’m still pissed that Capra made up some cockamamie name like Bedford Falls and didn’t use our real name.

I'm Mary, the brand-new Mrs. Bailey, waiting anxiously for George to come home from the bank run so I can jump on that cock!

I'm the moon being lassoed in by George--be careful what you wish for, Mary.

R44, did your father ever tell you about books?

R100, how old are you? I have a theory that it’s less interesting to youngsters.

I said I was 50, R105.

It’s not interesting to me in my advanced age. 😛😛

I'm two pixies in a hard-drinking bar on the outskirts of Pottersville.

I'm all the times Jimmy Stewart screams "Mary!" throughout this film.

Could we be something a little less 1800's?

I'm Pottersville. I'm actually a lot more fun than Bedford Falls ever was.

I’m the grumpy man who is upset that the oldest tree in Pottersville was damaged by George’s accident.

Every time I watch this, I swear he says "PottersVALE" the first time. Anybody else hear this?

I'm Donna Reed. Jimmy Stewart blamed me because the film only broke even and wasn't the Oscar bait he and Capra wanted. I'm probably the only person in the film who doesn't give their usual one not performance, which probably is why the film didn't win Oscars or make a much money.

I'm 'HEE HAW!" Or is it "HEE YAW!?"

I'm Violet Bick's illegitimate child, Bucky Bick, now Bradford Crestwell. I was adopted by a nice Christian family and never knew my real mother. I now sell car insurance somewhere outside Elmira.

I'm George Bailey's trick ear. I ooze blood when I get slapped around by that drunken druggist, Gower.

I'm the fact that the small town of Bedford Falls has a gym floor that can be opened up into a pool. I thought those were only for rich towns like Beverly Hills.

I'm the Martinis, who get a decent home due to George Bailey. In the George Baileyless universe Martini's bar is Nick's roadhouse, So what happened to Mr. Martini? An earlier version of the script explained that he died from burns suffered while rescuing his family as their house, a firetrap rented from Mr. Potter, went up in flames. How much darker was this movie going to get?

I'm the goat the garlic eating Martinis hauled over to their new tract home in that charming post-WW2 suburb called Bailey Park.

I'm Mr. Potter's holiday greeting to George Bailey: "And a happy new year to you. In jail!"

I'm a string tied around Uncle Billy's finger.

I’m Uncle Billy’s squirrel. I’m a friend of the crow.

I'm Christmas week. Is this movie showing repeatedly on TV somewhere?

R125, I don’t think so. Years ago it was privately owned and required royalty payments to show it, hence it was shown infrequently. Then if fell out of private ownership, and it was often shown repeatedly at no cost to the broadcaster. Then private ownership was restored, and royalties are required again, so I don’t think you’ll see it played round the clock. But check for yourself.

More about me...

[quote]Mary papers the house in a pretty traditional 1940s pattern of people and flowers. But, on that dark night, a troubled George goes up the stairs to see Zuzu, and there's something different. The wallpaper now has a pattern of nautical anchors. George always loved the sound of anchors being lifted because they signaled the beginning of an exciting journey. What do those anchors mean now? That he never got away? That his home is weighing down on him? It could be many things, but it's not a coincidence that this pattern is there.

I'm Karolyn Grimes. I played Zuzu. I'm 79.

I'm the unheard burp little Tommy is pestering George to excuse him for.

I'm Clarence's feminine cursive penmanship. The book's inscription was clearly done by Capra's long-suffering secretary.

I'm the thin ice through which little brother Harry plunges.

I’m the men’s Moose Lodge. I was cut from the final release.

The true meaning of this film is you have more importance than you think you do. Simple acts of kindness can mean alot to someone's life.

But it was weird when they acted like it was the worst thing in the world for the wife to end up as an old maid working at the library.

I'm "the families." They'll be arriving soon but George doesn't want "the families" over here!

I'm Frankincense. Pete wants to know how I'm spelled.

I'm the subtext that George Bailey is symbolic of a post-WWII Christ figure...

I have “It’s a wonderful Life” and “Rudolph” on my DVR.

That was hilarious when he told off the teacher and the teachers husband punched him in the bar. They actually said your stupid kids!

I'm the reminder that replies in the "Let's be..." threads start with "I'm" or We're."

I'm Frank Capra and I say don't kill yourself and Merry Fucking Christmas.

I'm the dad of some stupid kids, and I'mma punch out the lights on that schoolteacher at r140.

I wish George Bailey hadn't been born.

I'm the not-cracked Liberty Bell that rings at the beginning and end of the film (the independent Liberty Films production company was founded by Frank Capra and Samuel J. Briskin in 1945) and echoes the film's theme of "every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings."

I'm Mr Gower bitching about George's cheerful whistling. He's not paid to be a goddamn canary!

I am George briefly lusting after Violet Bicks at the end. It is in his eyes.

I'm George Bailey; the next time I even think of putting my stupid drunk uncle in charge of $8,000, please kick my ass.

I'm Sam Wainwrigh's cheap floozy.

I'm Mrs. Hatch and I despise George Bailey. I'm the only person crying at the wedding.

I'm the divorce Annie will not be able to afford now, if she ever gets a husband.

I am the undiagnosed early onset dementia that caused Uncle Billy to forget about all that money. Medical science had only come so far by 1946.

I'm Russell Shearman, the special effects artist who won a Technical Achievement Award at the 19th Academy Awards in 1946 for developing a new method of simulating snow in It's a Wonderful Life.

I’m the intern that accidentally knocked a bunch of things over off-screen, creating a lot of noise and potentially ruining the take, to which Uncle Billy improvised, “I’m alright, I’m allllright”, promoting George to laugh. Arguably the best vignette the movie.

[quote]Could we be something a little less 1800's?

Why, too many bad memories of middle age?

It's that time of year...

I'm the 1980s and 90s when this movie was played over and over again on network TV during the entire month of December.

Not really on network TV, but certainly on the local broadcast stations and even PBS…

I'm Tilly, George's cousin who works at the building and loan, played by Mary Treen; currently I can be seen as the wise-cracking maid on the Joey Bishop show, weekday mornings on AntennaTV...

I'm the 19th annual Academy Awards, and while the movie might not have been exactly the Oscar bait that r115 mentioned, we did nominate it for five awards, including best picture, best director, and best actor.

Hi, I am Richard Shearman, mentioned at r153, and while I did develop the snow for this movie, I did not receive my Academy recognition until two years later at the 21st annual Academy Awards, not the 19th...

I'm George Bailey's bad ear, bleeding profusely in the druggist's office.

not like we didn't hear you the first time at r118

I'm Gloria Grahame.

Film Noir Whore Extraordinaire

I play the slut even in this Family Christmas Classic.

I'll be fucking my 13 yr old stepson, Tony Ray, in a few years.

I'm shaking the dust off this crummy little town and seeing the WORLD!

I am Uncle Billy Because I have played Uncle Billy in A few community theater productions!

I'm Mary the Old Maid. Mary!

I'm the harem that 12yo George Bailey is bragging about while Mary makes moony faces at him.

I'm Ma Bailey's sagging apron.

I'm Pete Davidson as George Bailey.