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Greydon Clark and the Wheat brothers whip an intriguing brew of elements that include UFOs, prophetic symbols, hick redneck locals in small desert towns and the late 1970s fad for cattle mutilations (as conducted by crazy old prospector Vincent Schiavelli with a cut-off lightsabre where he throws body parts into an alien vortex). However, the explanations for everything are vague. Often the explanations are patently silly at one point, the scientists are astounded to find a schematic of the Solar System as supposedly taken from across the galaxy, however a schematic of the Solar System will look the same no matter where in the galaxy it is taken from and, being a series of concentric circles denoting orbits, will be no different whether seen in a mirror or not. The ending plays against cliche where the aliens are shown to be benevolent and it explained that the mutilations were carried out by a paranoid and deranged contactee. However, the eventual resolution fails to adequately wrap up the mystery what is the significance of the night predicted in the symbols? If Vincent Schiavelli is only an aberrant contactee then why is his dog equally psychotic? The film brings together an amazing cast, including Raymond Burr as Cybill Shepherds father; the always strange Vincent Schiavelli as the crazed prospector; and exploitation veteran Neville Brand as a paranoid farmer. The leads consist of Jan-Michael Vincent who was for a time being promoted as a heartthrob in the 1970s, and Cybill Shepherd who had come to notice in the early 1970s but was strongly out of studio favour by 1980 and a few years before regaining her feet in tvs Moonlighting (1985-9). Cybill Shepherd and Jan-Michael Vincent are reasonable paired, but the person having the most fun is surprisingly enough Martin Landau, who was going through a career slump at the time and paying the rent by appearing in a good many B movies. Traditionally, Landau has been a block of squared-off wood but cast as Jan-Michael Vincents deputy here, he goes over-the-top, yee-hahing and eye-rolling his way through a performance that seems a whole lot more fun than all of his straight roles put together (his one other completely whacked performance was also for Greydon Clark as a Vietnam veteran in Without Warning).
The Return was a medium-budget exercise. The film impresses with its professional UFO effects, albeit ones that clearly steal not only leaves but entire branches from Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977). The only point that these fall down are the obvious laser and smoke effects used to create the alien vortex.
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