When was the last time you saw a white rabbit, six-feet tall? (Or is it six-foot-three-and-a-half?) Well, I saw one Friday evening, and let me tell you, it was a pleasure. It’s always a pleasure when I run into Harvey, and it’s been happening since high school. I’m talking, of course, about the 1950s film, based on the Pulitzer-winning play of the same name.
The premise of Harvey is basic and yet unpredictable. Elwood P. Dowd is a forty-something gentleman who does very little in his life, beyond wander around town, meet strangers, and drink martinis with his pal Harvey. Harvey, of course, is the aforementioned rabbit. Most of the people in town think he’s downright nuts, including his sister and niece, which is why they try to have him committed. However, as Vita Louise (his sister) says, “Something protects him.” Could that something be an invisible rabbit? It seems so, as hilarity ensues over miss-communication and a bit of magic.
You’re left to wonder until the very end: is Harvey actually real? Elwood refers to him as a “pooka.” If you look up “pooka” on the internet, you’ll find the following: “The Pooka (Irish for goblin) is a creature of Celtic folklore. According to legend, the pooka is a deft shape shifter, capable of assuming a variety of terrifying or pleasing forms, and may appear as a horse, rabbit, goat, goblin, or dog. … The pooka has the power of human speech, and has been known to give advice and lead people away from harm. Though the pooka enjoys confusing and often terrifying humans, it is considered to be benevolent.”
So the legend really does exist, which is probably where playwright Mary Chase got the idea. So does Harvey exist? Or doesn’t he? You’ll have to watch the movie and see …
I love the plotline, but I love Jimmy Stewart more, especially when he says things in this movie like, “I’ve wrestled with reality for 35 years, Doctor, and I’m happy to state I finally won out over it.” I suppose I first came upon Stewart in It’s a Wonderful Life. (I still cry every single time when George Bailey’s little brother says, “To my brother, the richest man in town.” Oh, for Pete’s sake, I just got a little teary typing the line!) It’s a Wonderful Life is my favorite Christmas movie, but it probably has a lot to do with Jimmy Stewart.
I’ve always been drawn to the guy. He’s just so sweet and unassuming. He’s handsome, too, in a nerdy sort of way. Then, there’s the psychotic passion he revealed in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, followed by It’s a Wonderful Life and The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. I love the look in his eye when he’s really on a roll. He is and always will be one of my favorite actors.
In Harvey, it’s even better, because he reminds me—down to the detail—of my sweet, kind, and inevitably cheerful Grandpa Schwind.
The character of Elwood P. Dowd is a man who has come to terms with what life is all about. It’s not about power or popularity. It’s not about hustle and bustle. Elwood’s life is about making new friends—connecting with people and really, really caring about what they have to say. I’m often guilty of rushing around. I’m guilty of being grumpy in grocery store lines, and I rarely ask people “How are you?” I am often the anti-Elwood P. Dowd, but Harvey always makes me take pause, shut up, and just enjoy the beautiful day.
As Elwood says in the movie, “Years ago my mother used to say to me, ‘In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant.’ Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.” I will, and we should, all the time. Go rent Harvey. Then, watch It’s a Wonderful Life. You’ll smile like a fool all day long. And you may quote me.