Any way you slice it, this is a bad movie. Not technically inept, not poorly acted, but a bad film.
Douglas is a know-it-all young man that wants to play his freaking guitar and avoid the war.
His dad doesn't particularly want him to go to war, so the answer is stay in college. Douglas refuses to listen to his dad, and pins his hope on getting into an art college.
He has a relationship with Brenda Vacarro, which goes nowhere. When he does not get accepted to the college, his draft comes through, and off to Vietnam he goes.
His dad is still proud of him for not going to Canada and dodge the draft. As he and his wife start to fool around, they miss a newscast that shows Douglas shot dead in Vietnam being taken away. The last shot is on Douglas' dead face.
The End.
Now, imagine that plot stretched to movie time. Turgid, boring, and cynical.
Douglas is a know-it-all young man that wants to play his freaking guitar and avoid the war.
His dad doesn't particularly want him to go to war, so the answer is stay in college. Douglas refuses to listen to his dad, and pins his hope on getting into an art college.
He has a relationship with Brenda Vacarro, which goes nowhere. When he does not get accepted to the college, his draft comes through, and off to Vietnam he goes.
His dad is still proud of him for not going to Canada and dodge the draft. As he and his wife start to fool around, they miss a newscast that shows Douglas shot dead in Vietnam being taken away. The last shot is on Douglas' dead face.
The End.
Now, imagine that plot stretched to movie time. Turgid, boring, and cynical.