Jack Lemmon, aged with makeup and a bald cap, plays the cantankerous title character, who needs looking after once his wife suffers a heart attack. Butter-colored family portrait, the kind in which impending death brings the principals closer together. Producer-director Gary David Goldberg also adapted his screenplay from the novel by William Wharton; he obviously had faith in this material, though it has been cast for awards season acknowledgment. There's not a convincing moment anywhere, and Lemmon is never so off-putting as when he is straining for a sentimental affect. The whole thing goes over the top near the finish, with Ted Danson running out of a hospital with frail Dad in his arms. When Hollywood goes the shameless route, look out: gullible viewers become roadkill. *1/2 from ****