In the classic Hollywood era (which in my mind stretches from the end of the silent era to the introduction of the MPAA ratings, being the late 1920s to the late 1960s), there are very few stars who have managed to penetrate the souls of multiple generations like James Stewart.
This, of course, is largely due to the 80-year-old It’s a Wonderful Life, one of the truly rare films I would consider immortal (and easily the best Christmas movie ever, sorry fans of Elf and Die Hard), but also because of his pure naturalism as an actor (not to mention his reputation as one of the nicest celebrities of his era, or any, for that matter). I’ve always been a fan of his, and always will be. I feel the need to state this since his biopic, Jimmy, feels almost like a betrayal.
