One of this sickeningly sweet , "seems like old times" , friends forever nostalgic films that's tells a story you've seen a million times before. I mean for a start John Heard is not, by any stretch of the imagination anywhere near as old as Pat Morrita or Ronny Cox so that requires a lot of suspension of disbelief. It is pretty much standard fair until the old man section at the end where our principal characters have all entered the twilight of their lives and become "The Golden Boys". That requires the acting heavyweights (Heard, Young, Cox and Morrita) of the cast to enter the setup and that's where it also starts to think its important. Full of Heard narrating everything and the characters , one by one, fading out on the golf course, indicating that they are all dead. Its all so damn generic. The way they all become successful as well. It has to tie up every loose end so damn perfectly. Like as soon as the Young character makes his money he dies in a car crash just after being told "life just wasn't a challenge for him after he became rich." And just before the Morrita character dies we are told that he had just retired from teaching and then become some mega successful writer. The actual end to the film is what led me to use my chosen title. It involves the central character's grand kids spreading Heard's ashes and talking some clichéd garbage about friendship. Please. We get the point already. Stop frickin underlining everything. To sum the film up put it this way.....its the kind of thing Alan Alda usually shows up in. He must have been sick that week or something.
