find a person with long fingernails willing to scrape a chalkboard while you chew on a ball of aluminum foil, then listen to a recording of “The Best of Yoko Ono,” while sitting in an ice bath.
Stripped of the operatic artifice of The Deer Hunter, Coming Home is honest about how the war-damaged those who fought and those experiencing the pain from the outside. Where the former uses Vietnam as a loose backdrop, the latter is entrenched in post-war anxiety and frustration. What mos...