THE ARRIVAL (1990)
No, not THAT The Arrival. This one's Sheen-free!
It's easy to tell that there's something seriously wrong with Max Page. It's not that he's aging in reverse and has an unquenchable thirst for human blood - it's that he's invited into threesome by two bi chicks, and he elects to watch TV instead!
This isn't the Charlie Sheen movie from a few years ago - its an X-Files-like movie from 1990. 73-year-old Max Page gets a birthday present from the cosmos when a meteor smacks down in his back yard, and when he gets too close, BAM! Heart attack (or stroke, or whatever it is that makes you leak white foam from your mouth), and he's dead, for about six hours, after which he's fine. Better than fine - he's never felt better physically, although he's confused as hell and occasionally has weird "visions" of himself both sharing romantic moments with some strange woman, and killing other strange women.
Soon enough it becomes clear that yes, he is doing the killing, so he embarks on a cross-country trip so that his transformation into a twentysomething young man doesn't become too apparent to those close to him. The cops are on his tail (led by John Saxon), although they're not making much progress. Can they stop him before he reaches the object of his affection in San Diego? And what happens if they don't?
Smart, inventive, and stylishly made by David Schmoeller, this is a far more accomplished film than the one he's best known for, The Puppetmaster (he also did a fine job with Catacombs). Acting is good all around, and it's got one of the very few "age makeup" jobs I've seen that really work - even though it only turns a 50-year-old man into a 73-year-old man.
It has its grating elements, however, such as the script's staunch refusal to really say anything at all in the way of explaining this alien presence, and an unlikely (if tense) climax. Still, recommended. It looks like it was made in British Columbia, although I forgot to check the closing credits.
Note: for a while, I thought I'd found my mystery woman. The woman in the parking lot is a dead ringer for her, but the credits list her name as Patricia Rive, who was not, alas, in After Midnight.