I thought this might be difficult, but it really wasn’t. Harvey (1950) is a movie that is very personal to me. Not so much because I relate to any of the characters or the plot; it’s more about the memories I connect to this film.

When I was little, I would always wake my brother up at some ridiculous hour like 3 or 4 a.m. on Christmas morning. My parents had set a rule, though: we couldn’t wake them until 7. So he and I had to do something to kill the time, and it soon became tradition to watch Harvey every year. In fact, my parents and I didn’t watch it this past Christmas because we’re waiting until my brother visits in February. We’ll all watch it then ❤️