Harvey (1950s film): A Refelction

When I was a teenager I was an obstinate, stubborn-headed, selfish punk kid. I back-talked all the time, didn't focus in my classes, and would pick on my younger brother more than I should have. There was a point where I was out of control and was on the verge of going down a bad path.
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Then I saw a movie that changed my life, because it changed my perspective on how life should be lived. It was the movie Harvey starring Jimmy Steward based off the Pulitzer prize winning play by Mary Chase.

This is the scene that impacted me so much that I watched the movie 52 times and studied the play extensively -- thanks to my brother for finding me a vintage copy of the play in an antique store.

Harvey has remained my all time favorite film since I first saw it back in the mid 90s on VHS. I've recently re-watched it on Bluray and still am extremely fond of this film. The movie is charming through and through, and the jokes are so subtle that you often only catch them on a second and third viewing.

It says something about the human condition and about mental illness and about how we perceive ourselves as well as others -- and the moral being it's always better to be pleasant than smart.