Just about everybody and everything connected to "Wilder Napalm" (selected theaters) is terrible, starting with that title. Don't expect a Vietnam movie. In fact, don't expect a movie.
Wilder (Arliss Howard) and Wallace (Dennis Quaid) are estranged brothers in the Cain and Abel mold, with a Stephen King-ish twist. Both have pyro-kinetic powers--they can will fires into roaring life. Wilder, who works part time as--you guessed it--a fireman, is married to Vida (Debra Winger), a doting free spirit. When Wallace shows up in town as a clown for a traveling circus, the brothers square off, with Vida as the prize.
Wilder, understandably, has a grudge against his brother, who scorched his pate hairless when they were kids. (He wears a wig for most of the movie but when he's wigless, his dome has a melted plastic look that's really icky.) Because the brothers accidentally incinerated someone when they were kids--they were never caught--Wilder has renounced his pyrotechnics. That's why he puts out fires as penance. The most he'll do now is light Vida's cigarettes. Wallace, however, wants to cash in on his gifts--he wants to call himself Dr. Napalm and appear on the David Letterman show, no less. (Since this film has been in the can since last year, one presumes this is the NBC and not the CBS Letterman.)