That was not the title of a classic movie--but it might have been. Jimmie Stewart (aka George Bailey) is surrounded from beginning to end by people who are (variously) mean, selfish, needy, thoughtless, careless, etc. He never gets what he really wants, but in the end, he is so miserable that simple acceptance seems like heaven.
And everyone loves this movie because Jimmie learns the lesson that seems to pursue us all--whether it comes from the Buddha or the Capra . . .
Desire is the enemy of contentment.
PS: From the double-bind department, though--how many people can you think of who are famous for their contentment? Get back to me. (And really, this post is not as unfizzy as it may seem.)