An expatriate Irish playwright hashes things over with the ghost of his father -- literally, and in stiltedly literary language: "You spent your life sitting on brambles, and wouldn't move for fear someone would take your seat," etc. He also gets to have a generation-gap spat with "himself" -- though it doesn't look like himself -- as a young man. Maybe it came over better on stage, especially to the top row of the balcony. Based on Hugh Leonard's play of the same name, and on his book, Home Before Night; with Martin Sheen and Barnard Hughes; directed by Matt Clark. (1988) — Duncan Shepherd
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