Ronan Doyle’s review published on Letterboxd:
Seen on the big screen, where the immensity of the snow-covered landscapes is almost as overwhelming as the emotional freight train that is the narrative. I'd not realised how incredible the shot where George Bailey runs out of his house and straight into close-up is until I saw it projected. Like the film itself, it takes us from a hazy image of some man in a doorway into an intimate, detailed portrait of him in astonishing detail. I don't want the moon. I just want to always feel as good as this film makes me.