I'm really nervous about recommending this, because if I'm honest, it's too silly to be reviewed at all.God has given up on humankind so sends Michael, his "go to" angel, to kill a specific child and a bunch of lesser angels to possess susceptible humans and kill everyone else,. It turns out that the child, due any day now, represents mankind's only hope. There's no explanation of why or how that child is so special - heaven knows the parents-to-be are useless.
Anyhow, Michael lands, decides not to follow God's instructions, cuts his wings off and and proceeds to protect the mother-to-be, at a diner in the Mojave desert.
At this point I thought I'd spotted the moral of the story: the new baby was Jesus, the mother's boyfriend, who was not the kid's father, was Joseph, the baby's purpose in life was to save mankind. I just couldn't work out who the angel Michael was supposed to be. However, one wacko in the theater had it all sussed. No sooner had Michael blown away the first of the angel-possessed earthlings than she stood up and announced to the rest of the theater goers: "heh heh, that was the Devil!"
Thankfully, she decided she had better things to do than watch the rest of the movie, and as she shuffled out, the movie lulled into 30 minutes of retrospection on behalf of each of those marooned at the diner in the desert.
After waves of weirdos attacking the diner, God's other messenger, Gabriel, shows up with booming noises reminiscent of the alien craft in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
Cue Michael versus Gabriel, the former reduced to a collection of high-powered weapons, now that he's got no wings.
I won't give away the rest, but the schlocky action impressed the easily-impressed audience and made this an enjoyable trip.
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