Bill Forsyth, director of the frail and strenuously charming Gregory’s Girl, more or less gets his act together with this fable of an American executive (Peter Riegert) who succumbs to the mooniness of the Scottish fishing village he has been sent to buy for his company. The languorous, almost extinguished rhythms and the casual placement of the gags make more sense in this explicitly dreamy context, and even if Forsyth’s visuals are slack and prosaic, his direction of actors is eccentric and personal enough to create a coherent style. The thematics are rather cloying, but the mood—profoundly relaxed, bemused—eventually conquers. With Burt Lancaster as a stargazing magnate and Denis Lawson as the hustling local innkeeper.