It's basically a sequel to ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT, with only Slim Summerville left from the original cast. The screenplay is ambitious, covering four subplots, and I should note that Andy Devine gives a fine performance; it's also nice to watch a camera travel over the slightly redressed exteriors from The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
That said,there's one minor flaw and one major one. The minor one: it's too glossy. ALL QUIET in an exercise in chaos and despair and the battered, crazy shots are part of what make it so good. The world the vets return to is just as chaotic, but everything is glossy, well orchestrated in camerawork and that fights the inherent message.
I could live with that, but the dealbreaker is John "Dusty King. Those of you have seen the Coen brothers' HAIL CAESAR will recall the cowboy star from that movie. He can ride a horse upside down and backwards and rope three steers at the same time. What he can't do is speak two words together, and somehow the New York office wants him to star in a sophisticated comedy. So he does.
Well, that's John "Dusty" King. In what was essentially the Lew Ayres role from ALL QUIET, Mr. King must be the central observer and moral center of the movie. He must speak long speeches. He must tell his leading lady -- an Andrea Leeds type who sounds just like him -- that she can't help him figure out these things, little lady. He stinks up the joint. Within a couple of years he would retreat to B westerns in which he would occasionally sing, and good riddance to him.
A pleasant woman who likes to sit in the front row was telling me that the consideration of what was Remarque's writings on PTSD make it a good film. There's no doubting the intentions, but if intentions were all that mattered, Ed Wood Jr. Would have been a great film maker.
