By Julie D. Griffin
It is a sad situation and a sadder situation still for a small business. Jimmy Stewart finds himself ready to heave over the nearest snow covered bridge after his world caves in. His small business suffers and he does not know who or why would pray or wield such a cruel and godless sword. Perhaps only those who had not ever known what it was like as a child to lay down with an empty and a growling hungry belly. Or perhaps human demons so wicked that even the four white walls of a church spewed them out for making an whole entire family grieve and with nothing at Christmas time while the others fat with their newfound satan powers ate huge and paid all of the bills off the backs of the little people. But what the male hero of our story is about to find out is that all of the other citizens of the small town where he lives need to wake up and make Amish. A barn raising money rescue is what the business needs, and if it does not happen for him, it will not happen for the big guys either.
"He found himself transformed in his bedroom into a giant insect." It seems that A Wonderful Life of Franz Kafka and It's A Wonderful Life of Frank Capra own a story with thoughts and ideas sutured within the concept which do coincide. "Is this an imaginary conversation, or a real one? It's a wonderful party!" And so finding out which film the quote came out of while an adventure within an adventure, sometimes makes the fun game a challenge, and especially as one does not know which side of the grass is greener than the other, or if it even is at all. Consequently, James Stewart, the father of all Christmas stories past, like the main character of our comparison film wonder lusts about the mystery and the meaning of all of life.
The event of life origin, he faces as does the prior man as a motif of a beautiful fair haired daughter offering a beautiful peach to Mr. Kay, and just as Mr. Stewart as the star of It's A Wonderful Life once courted and dated his lovely fair small hometown wife ~ Like James and his frail disposition, Kafka who envisions himself as a waking boy emerging as a hare, his pouch wants to write the perfect fantasy page. He does find out that the force de la existence which does scout the forest therein to attempt to stop the even keeled and swarthy small business man such as James, his dark and swamped enemies seem to thrive as darkened zombies within mushroom caves who once ate rotten grass. What are either of the poor men to do save commit suicide or forge on. A country supposedly founded on love, at least a humble angel however a brief clutz even and seeming stumbling finds a way to find the man and help give him some hope at this time. Just in time to save his life.
Meanwhile, back at each home, the friends who are not, look on in peace as both men try to save, protect and feed even a newfound family. The plural motif of the two films also combine to demonstrate the danger of apathy, of burning the bridge to a true friend and clearly demonstrate how a mere group of smiling faces do not necessarily mean the word loyalty. If what happened to the Mr. Stewart of It's A Wonderful Life happened at that time, the more computer age demo of the Kay and his experience with facing life at the level of that particular disillusionment, what truth perfects that everything that happened to the latter man made as much cruel sense as what happened to the former, the angel only seemed to put a light on real evil at the core of a human experience.