It was made in seventies, early seventies, and that explains the way it was directed, played and written. Two decades later, it would have been different. Anyway, that did not interfere with the pleasure I had to spend time watching it. Robert Mitchum gives the portrait of an ambivalent character, a bit disturbing, in the father character, and not the ordinary father, not the good family man whom you could expect in a normal family. He killed his wife and years later his grown up son goes to find his father and get some explanation, talk to him...That's precisely at this point that the story comes interesting, gripping. An underrated film, I guess.
Review of Going Home
