#20 Golden Age of Hollywood Series
Frank Capra was on a roll. Starting in 1934 with It Happened One Night, he won the Best Director Oscar in three out of the next five years. In 1938, he won his third and final Oscar with the ensemble comedy You Can’t Take It With You. He also began to cement his legacy as a director who perfected a tone in his films that celebrated the best parts of the American dream and gave audiences wholesome and upbeat films to take their minds off their Depression troubles.
Capra was still working under Harry Cohn at Columbia, turning out critical and commercial successes without the benefit of the huge budgets and roster of stars his competition enjoyed over at Paramount and MGM. In You Can’t Take It With You, Capra managed this by pulling sparkling performances by both young and up-and-coming actors and old favorites.
You Can’t Take It With You started out as a 1936 play by George Kaufmann and Moss Hart. Capra and writer Robert Riskin expanded the play for the screen.
The film’s initial setup is simple enough—ruthless, greedy banker Anthony Kirby is planning to buy up all the real estate around a competitor’s factory to prevent expansion and put his competition out of business. It’s an underhanded plan, but it is spoiled by the one eccentric old man who refuses to sell his family home.
Lionel Barrymore plays Grandpa Vanderhof, the lone holdout and benevolent patriarch of the eccentric Vanderhof family, a group of misfits that eschew convention in favor of spending their days—and thus their lives—doing exactly as they choose. This includes daughter Penny Sycamore writing bad plays all day just because someone once left a typewriter at their house, her husband setting off fireworks in the basement, and granddaughter Essie dancing ballet in the living room, despite her teacher’s continued assertions that, “Confidentially, she stinks!”
Kirby’s dilemma is simple, and unsolvable: He is a man who throws money at every problem, and the Vanderhofs can’t be bought.
Grandpa Vanderhof refuses to sell for the simple reason that he doesn’t want to leave the home filled with happy memories, and his refusal to sell protects the rest of the neighborhood from being evicted from their homes.
This clash of ideas about what makes a good life—Kirby has more money than he could ever spend but lacks fulfilling relationships with his wife and son, and treats his employees like dirt, while Grandpa Vanderhof lacks wealth and status but has the love and respect of family and friends—is the heart of the film.
Capra thickens the plot, of course. The life philosophies of two old men might be interesting, but a Hollywood film needs youth, beauty, and romance.
In his first starring role James Stewart plays Anthony’s son Tony, the reluctant vice president and heir apparent in his father’s company. Jean Arthur, also in an early starring role, plays Grandpa Vanderhof’s loving and slightly less crazy granddaughter Alice, who is a stenographer at the Kirby’s bank.
Unbeknownst to both old men, Tony and Alice are in love.
And we’re off.
There is an inevitable clash of cultures when the Kirbys and Vanderhofs meet, a plot twist where Grandpa Vanderhof nearly loses the house but is saved by the senior Kirby’s dawning realization that Grandpa Vanderhof is the richer man, surrounded by people who love and respect him. And of course, Tony temporarily loses Alice.
Don’t worry, he gets her back again.
It’s amazing to me that this film was nominated for seven Oscars and won Best Picture and Best Director. Not because I think it’s undeserving—it certainly is (and a Best Supporting Actor nomination for Barrymore wouldn’t have been out of line)—but a picture like this wouldn’t even have been considered for a nomination today. It’s a comedy with a message so pure and positive it borders on corny.
Its complete lack of cynicism would invalidate its legitimacy in the minds of today’s Oscar voters. As a critique, it says more about the trend of the Oscars than it does about Capra’s film.
You Can’t Take It With You also serves as a changing of the guard in terms of Hollywood’s leading men. Though he would act for fifteen more years, at sixty Lionel Barrymore’s best years and films are behind him. He’s on crutches throughout the film, and this is explained by an accident, but the truth is in real life he was plagued by painful arthritis that would increasingly trouble him the rest of his life.
Barrymore is the heart of the film, and he gets all the best lines. Yet he’s clearly passing the torch—however reluctantly—to James Stewart.
Only three years into his nearly sixty year career, James Stewart is already oozing charisma and speaking in his inimitable stutter-step accent. His wide-eyed Tony is head over heels in love with Alice and her crazy family. Alice knows it is a bad idea to fall in love with someone whose family will never accept her, but really, what woman could resist Jimmy Stewart when he turns up the charm?
You Can’t Take It With You isn’t a perfect film. It’s a little too long, and sometimes the antics of the Vanderhof family become irritating.
But honestly, let’s not quibble. This is a movie made to distract you from your troubles. You munch on popcorn while watching young people fall in love and old people coming around to the idea that love triumphs over money, and that the American Dream is alive and well.
What could be better than that?