Matt Dillon, doing a Joejah accent (Georgia, that is) and a rough imitation of Monty Clift in From Here to Eternity, is a deserter in WWII Australia ("I'm not a goddamn Yankee? I'm a rebel!") and a wooer of the lead singer in a small servicemen's club, where the production numbers are more in scale with the MGM musicals of the day. (The heroine breaks into song even after hours, when she gets a telegram telling of the death of her husband.) The atmosphere is so thick you could cut it with a knife (on second thoughts you couldn't cut it with less than a machete), and the color scheme is the reddest of any movie outside of Cries and Whispers. The point of this, or of anything else, is less vivid. With Debbie Byrne and Bryan Brown; directed by Michael Jenkins. (1986) — Duncan Shepherd
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