Of course, popularity, alone, does not determine the greatness of a movie but neither does esoteric artistry. I thought that the Canadian production of Oedipus Rex was terrific but it was seen by so few people that it harly qualifies as an artistic success. (Art is like a radio wave. Without a receiver, it does not exist). Truly great films, films that alter the vistas of a universal audience, are few and far between. Some "great' films are flawed. "It's A Wonderful Life" is hokey and Capracorny but, to the generations that have turned it into a ritual, it is the epitome of the American concept of religious faith. Unlike the two Clint Eastwood movies with the monkey, that far outbox officed it, Wonderful Life endures and will continue to endure. I don't know about you but, every time I hear a bell, I assume that Clarence got his wings.