After the war is over, an ex-soldier who came home a war hero returns to collect his wife. They have kept their marriage secret from her father, a rich businessman obsessed with money who thinks there's "no profit in heroes".
Welcome Home (1917) arrives like a ghostly postcard from a vanished America—its edges browned, its stamp still smelling of gunpowder and gardenias. One peers at it through the nitrate haze and realizes, with a jolt, that this compact one-reeler contains multitudes: trench trauma, class bloodsport, and a lovers’ conspi...
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Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.
Malcolm St. Clair
Malcolm St. Clair
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" Welcome Home (1917) arrives like a ghostly postcard from a vanished America—its edges browned, its stamp still smelling of gunpowder and gardenias. One peers at it through the nitrate haze and realizes, with a jolt, that this compact one-reeler contains multitudes: trench trauma, class bloodsport, and a lovers’ conspiracy so audacious it could headline a 1940s screwball comedy. Director Joe Moore—doubling as the poker-faced soldier—threads the narrative with the economy of a sniper. Within min..."
Roy L. McCardell
United States
