Winning combination of scattershot comedy and wry, wistful drama tells the (alleged) true story of a milkman with big dreams and no money who is curiously named a recipient in the will of multi-millionaire Howard Hughes. Melvin Dummar (played by Paul LeMat, in a terrific performance) had been saying all along he once helped out an old guy in the desert near Las Vegas who claimed he was Hughes, but Dummar didn't really believe him (they had a nice chat anyway, and Melvin got Howard to sing one of his self-written novelty songs as well as "Bye Bye Blackbird"). Good-natured film directed by Jonathan Demme rarely loses its way, and features an endearing collection of screwballs who make the loopy craziness of the situations and dialogue immediate and real--their eccentricities are the roots of the story. Mary Steenburgen won a Supporting Oscar as Dummar's first wife, a dreamer like Melvin who is far less satisfied with struggling and who just wants to amount to something (but to Melvin, the struggles are the best part). Jason Robards is perfect as Hughes; the normally bombastic actor takes a small role and lets it bloom subtly and beautifully for us, giving the movie a misty hue and making all of Melvin's hopes sweetly credible. ***1/2 from ****

Melvin Dummar (Paul Le Mat) finds a stranger in distress on the side of a desert road. The man claims to be eccentric billionaire Howard Hughes (Jason Robards). Melvin dismisses it. He drives the man to Vegas and gives him his last quarter. After yet another repo men visit, his wife Lynda (Mary Steenburgen) leaves him. She ends up as a stripper.

Melvin is not the most competent character and Howard is only in it for fifteen minutes. The standout is Lynda played amazingly by Steenburgen in an Oscar winning performance. It's over an hour before the will comes into play. Melvin has one compelling comment at the end of the movie. Before that, he's a whiney slacker with no smarts and nothing compelling (except for his wife). I wish that one comment becomes the central through-line for the movie. The story should start with Howard singing the song. His dream should be as a singer and songwriter. His tragedy should be his failure to achieve his dream. His dream should not be buying a freaking car. He's an infuriating character. Maybe that's the real Melvin. Maybe this is a movie about an infuriating character. I'm willing buy that. This could have been a movie about the validity of the will. Instead, we get a character study.

This is a film that perhaps was best seen in 1980, as it was more topical and perhaps in that context the film would seem a lot more interesting. Having seen Leonard Maltin's glowing review (and 3 1/2 stars),I was expecting some magic. Instead, I got a film that really looked like a mediocre made-for-TV movie about people I could really care less about one way or the other. As a slice of life film, it did seem pretty real--just not compelling.

The story is this--Melvin told everyone that he picked up a guy in the desert that claimed to be Howard Hughes. They sing a few songs together and then he drops him off in Vegas. Then, the next hour or more of the film is watching both Melvin and his wife, Lynda, screw up their lives again and again because they both have the wisdom and intelligence of tree shrews. Then, at the end, a mysterious stranger leaves a will--purportedly written by Hughes--leaving over $100,000,000 to Melvin. The general details are true--this guy really did claim to have met Hughes and mysteriously found the will--the rest of the story is pure conjecture. Frankly, his character seemed so dumb and short-sighted I tend to believe the will was real--someone that stupid probably couldn't even spell "Hughes"--let alone think up such a hoax! I must be pretty dumb, too, sitting through this film and ASSUMING there must be some sort of magical payoff--dream on!