It took me all of 10 minutes to raise my blood pressure and hopefully by the end of this paragraph it will be appreciably normal. The occasion would be Frank Capra's 1938 flick, "You Can't Take It With You". Since I don't expect more than a small bit of twist in the plot, I'll put the thing down and accept that it stands no test of time so well as "Holiday" with Hepburn and Grant both being meditations on the twists of the soul the caretaking of money foists on folks.
I've not seen a film that so blatantly twists around a particular notion of the responsibilities of business. But then again, it was just a happy movie. I figure people just on the edge of the Depression needed some kind of feel-good message to show that money isn't everything. So before I go after Capra with both feet, I'll take in some more context.