If this were 1987, “Homefront” would be the baddest feature
film to hit your local Cineplex this holiday season. Written by Sylvester
Stallone, from a novel by Chuck Logan, this is a movie that Sly, Schwarzenegger,
or one of their ilk, could easily have headlined in their 80s action prime, and
I mean that in every conceivable way. There are cell phones and modern
automobiles—a few late model pick up trucks at least—but this could be almost
any time in the last 30 years. There’s a timeless, anachronistic quality, and
that is how “Homefront” is best enjoyed, as a fun trip into nostalgia.
