John Denver stars as Jim Clayton, an FBI agent who gets fed up with his job in LA and moves to Alaska be a bush pilot. There, his partner gets involved with some shady smugglers and when he's found dead, Jim spearheads the investigation.
This TV movie was a pilot for a series. It's entertaining enough, with an exciting plot and nasty bad guys. The problem is John Denver who was a wonderfully talented singer but not a strong actor. He struggles to deliver his lines and isn't believable as an agent. His awkwardness contrasts greatly with the experience of his costars Martin Kove and John Rhys-Davis. Denver does shine when singing the lilting title song and a rousing ode to Alaska. His fans won't mind his self-conscious acting, but I can understand why this wasn't picked up as a series.
The movie does have a well-written script and beautiful Canadian scenery, and those who loved John Denver will find the scenes of him flying his little plane will tug at the heartstrings. A good movie for his fans.