A striking opening, in which an old man sits at a desk and in short order puts a bullet through his head, leads to a story of grim, glowering predictability. The man ends up in an afterworld, uniformed and stern, and is soon befriended by a kindly young girl, who makes all efforts to help him despite his being a complete ungrateful bastard. It’s set in World War II, so you can guess where it’s all headed. Jeffrey Blatt’s film is skillfully made, but too earnest and familiar by half.
