This movie, wow.
Slight spoilers ahead, be warned.
It’s kind of a Romantic Comedy, set in the backdrop of the Vietnam War.
The Fonda-Voigt couple (smoldering chemistry) has so many obstacles to overcome. I mean, their first meeting is when they collide and she gets soiled by his urine-filled colostomy bag.
Many more obstacles follow: she’s married and she still loves her husband. He carries around the darkness of the war.
Oh, and, having been wounded in combat, he’s mostly in a wheelchair and can feel nothing from the waist down.
Their lovemaking scene is spectacular.
There is a spare simplicity about Ashby’s films. This one might be my favorite. He had a damn good run throughout the 70’s, but I think what this has, that perhaps Harold and Maude and Being There didn’t (don’t get me wrong, they’re damn good, too), was a phenomenal screenplay by Waldo Salt (Midnight Cowboy).
Great ending, too. Everyone, in their own way, comes home.