Happy Birthday, Wanda June

Kurt Vonnegut's adaptation of his own off-Broadway play about a big game hunter (Steiger) who returns from the jungle after being believed dead for eight years. He finds his dim wife (York) turned intellectual, and undecided whether to marry a pacifist doctor or a vacuum cleaner salesman. Though these ingredients may sound promising, add a precocious child and you have all the ingredients for the tedious satire of American attitudes that it is. Steiger's overacting and the film's obvious theatrical origins don't help either.