The latest (at the time) in a saccharin trend of kinder, gentler movies celebrating family values and filial responsibilities stars Ted Danson as a well-to-do yuppie who becomes reacquainted with his elderly, fragile father (Jack Lemmon) after his overworked mother suffers a mild heart attack. As might be expected the film has potential for turning maudlin at every change of scene (especially when every change of scene is set in a hospital), but each tear-jerking plot twist is handled with care and held in check by more than one notable performance: Danson, in particular, plays the dutiful son with a low-key skill in every way the equal of an old pro like Lemmon. In between the heart attack and the recovery room and the cancer ward (and so forth and so on) the script can be too aggressively tender, but by the not unexpected conclusion the film has built up enough surplus emotional depth to make any shortcoming easier to forgive.
