With his fondness for nostalgic Americana, it was inevitable Orson Wells would eventually adapt Eugene O’Neill’s Pulitzer prize winning (how come?) comedy. There’s the 4th July, a drunk uncle (hey it is Eugene O’Neill), loving squabbling parents, teen romance and idealism. It’s very sweet and retains it’s charm, although Welles is again badly cast as the romantic lead – he simply doesn’t do well with aw shucks idealism and naivety.
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