One way being a parent has changed the way I watch movies: I'm almost completely unable to keep a critical distance when films depict injure, sick, or dying little children.
Great movie though. There's a clear line from this to the radical individualism of The Fountainhead, which Vidor would make 20 years later. Here he almost has sympathy for the poor regular guy who dreams big but can't stand out from the crowd whereas the more Randian view would be to treat him with contempt.
(Vidor's everyman's last name is Sims, which is weirdly prophetic. I wonder if the game was named after the movie?)
More anomalous is Vidor's New Deal-era collective farm movie Our Daily Bread, which is actually…