The last movie, released posthumously, of Franklin J. Schaffner -- and about the best to be said for it is that it makes a better last movie than Yes, Giorgio or, a later one never really released at all, Lionheart. It lays out a truly vehement new metaphor for the sense of alienation of the Vietnam vet: an MIA returns home after seventeen years to find himself officially deceased, his mother actually deceased, his wife remarried, and a son fully grown whom he has never set eyes on. The working-out, however, of this back-from-the-grave situation is medium-grade afternoon soap opera. (The wife's new husband walks through the front door one day and finds her with a box of old photos on her lap and -- gulp! -- Elton John's "Your Song" on the phonograph.) Kris Kristofferson has a better excuse here than elsewhere to sound as though someone is sitting on his chest. With Jobeth Williams, Sam Waterston, and Brian Keith. (1989) — Duncan Shepherd
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