An American Playhouse production, with all the literateness and literariness that that banner stands for. It has the considerable pleasures of place and of people -- a real place (a Maine coastal town, on closing day at the century-old boatyard) and people who look like they might really live there (Beau Bridges, Vincent Phillip D'Onofrio, Kevin J. O'Connor, Kate Reid, and above all, the brutally weather-beaten Arthur Kennedy). Injections of satire (the Pure Thrift hardware store), suspense (the retarded boy adrift in a rowboat), and supernaturalism (the mysterious man in black) do not add to those pleasures; they rather subtract from them. And the movie, though luminously photographed by Elliot Davis and limberly directed by John David Coles, is too modest in its ambitions to go about chipping away at any actual gains. (1989) — Duncan Shepherd
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