This movie makes me miss my mother. We watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” every year, and every year my mother and I were both annoyed with his wretched daughter, Zuzu, who he clearly favors over his other children.

He tells his effeminate older son to shut up and stop asking him how to spell. He yells at his musically talented daughter to stop banging on the piano, and ignores his adorably polite little boy who begs to be excused after burping. But Zuzu? Zuzu gets a pasted flower and preferential treatment.

I always hated Zuzu. Who names their kid Zuzu in 1940 anyway?