The McCarthyite attack on him ruined his career (he was kept out of the industry for 10 years & after that made a few light non-political comedies).
His "right-wing" politics date from after the black-list & resulted from it -- his attempt to be "more american than thou" in reaction.
Another instance in which witch-hunters & liars have ruined art, artists & men.
Your post is not historically accurate, nor true to the man.
A shameful episode in American life & we are near to rerunning it.
Frank Capra had a sad, scared existence. That’s a pretty brutal statement for me to make from my comfy couch, isn’t it? Allow me to explain.
Frank Capra is best known for being the director of such films as It Happened One Night, It’s a Wonderful Life or The Mister’s favorite, Arsenic and Old Lace. Terms such as Capraesque and Capricorn were coined to to describe how Capra loved to tie on a happy, America the Beautiful ending on most films. The little guy triumphs in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and the madding crowd shuts up and listens in Mr. Deeds. As an Italian immigrant, Capra puts a shine on his adopted country that it kinda didn’t deserve. And as thanks?
Yeah, he gets McCarthyism.
The look at red hunting I got in this book has never scared me more.
As a director, decisions are your trade.
Once the fear of blacklisting of any kind set in, Capra’s movies suffered as his tail became firmly planted between his legs. Yes, it was valid to be worried. Those suspected of being red or even slightly pink became scapegoats for every evil under the sun.
At the beginning of this book Joseph McBride does a brilliant job of saying “Okay, guys. This is gonna suck!” He starts in foreshadowing right away things will get truly terrible and never recover.
So when the proverbial shit starts hitting the fan around mid-book it is hard to suck it up and keep trucking. McBride details every rethink and every reconsidered step Capra makes out of concern that he will be anything but a flag-waving American.
I literally winced as time after time Capra stepped away from the plate and chose not to make any real movies, just lollipops. Part of this self-consciousness is also, as the title says, tension over being a hit-maker. That’s just as frustrating to read about as Capra’s blacklist-inspired wishy washiness but somehow not as depressing. This guy loved America and it made his life a horror.
http://thatendup.wordpress.com/2009/10/25/frank-capra-the-catastrophe-of-success/