My wife and I went to see this at a special showing at the university where I was a professor. Dana Andrews, before being diagnosed with Alzheimer's, came to give a little talk before the showing. All I can say is the movie stank big time. It's the kind of movie about which people say, "They don't make them like that anymore," to which I say, "Thank God." We found it terminally slow, unbelievable, and poorly acted. Need I say more?
Review of The Best Years of Our Lives
