Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow.

And I thought the short story that this movie was based on was boring...

Here we have the same plot as the short story, plus an additional hour of the main character, Jackson Fentry, and his daily life, plus the relationship that he builds with homely Sarah (or "Sayrah", as he puts it.) The climax comes when the Sarah's "kin" comes to take away the boy, JacksonAndLongstreet Fentry.

The acting is, how should I put this, not up to par with what was being produced at the time. Robert Duvall, as Jackson Fentry, has said that this was his favorite role. Well, it may have been his favorite, but it certainly wasn't the best. The Deep Southern accent is so over-the-top, so over done, so overly, well, Southern, that I couldn't take anything in this flick seriously. Now if the voices that actors utilize in a film turn you off to it, this isn't good. The actors tried their damnedest to pull it off, I could tell. However, they failed. In my opinion that is...

The music, when here was any, didn't seem to fit. Sure it was southern, but why substitute quality for substance? A simple guitar would have sufficed instead of "Dueling Banjos Redux". The film could also have done with music in the dull middle bits of the film to at least give it something to pay attention to. Speaking of which, what happened to the narration? The beginning and end are rife with it, but that dastardly middle has nothing. No hint of it.

At least this version explains the title. Experiencing the hard life, day in, day out. "Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow."