An alien being from another universe who may be what we refer to as God has landed on Earth and is not happy with how the human race has created a world of greed, corruption, lies and violence, as well as how we've treated the environment. This being (Neil Breen, of course, who also did just about everything in this movie) decides that if the human experiment is to continue, he must destroy the politicians, lawyers, criminals, and corporate leaders who have been ruining his work.
Much of the start of the film is The Being yelling at a skull that he's found in the desert, angry at the folly of man. And to get to Earth, he descends in a giant crystal ball, covered in circuitry and when the devout view his - His? - face, they see something that looks like the monster in William Grefe's Death Curse of Tartu. There are also several baby doll heads buried in the ground.
Taking clothes from a suicidal drug addict, The Being walks closer and closer to civilization, if Las Vegas can be deemed that. He performs small miracles, like rescuing twin sisters Amber and Cindy (Joy Senn and Elizabeth Sekora) from being sex workers and calling the rich and powerful to task. There's also a gang of drug dealers who are so evil that they knock over the wheelchairs of cancer survivors, who helpfully tell us that "Chemo is kicking my ass!"
The wrong of this world will be crucified by a Space Jesus that has had enough of humanity, yet is still searching for goodness so that his experiment doesn't feel like it was a waste of time.
I remain fascinated by the movies that Breen makes. You could look at them - many people do this with all kinds of movies - and just decry them as horrible from atop a throne of self-importantness that you made for yourself. Or you can try to decipher what they're about and how someone could be so inspired to create them.
Much of the start of the film is The Being yelling at a skull that he's found in the desert, angry at the folly of man. And to get to Earth, he descends in a giant crystal ball, covered in circuitry and when the devout view his - His? - face, they see something that looks like the monster in William Grefe's Death Curse of Tartu. There are also several baby doll heads buried in the ground.
Taking clothes from a suicidal drug addict, The Being walks closer and closer to civilization, if Las Vegas can be deemed that. He performs small miracles, like rescuing twin sisters Amber and Cindy (Joy Senn and Elizabeth Sekora) from being sex workers and calling the rich and powerful to task. There's also a gang of drug dealers who are so evil that they knock over the wheelchairs of cancer survivors, who helpfully tell us that "Chemo is kicking my ass!"
The wrong of this world will be crucified by a Space Jesus that has had enough of humanity, yet is still searching for goodness so that his experiment doesn't feel like it was a waste of time.
I remain fascinated by the movies that Breen makes. You could look at them - many people do this with all kinds of movies - and just decry them as horrible from atop a throne of self-importantness that you made for yourself. Or you can try to decipher what they're about and how someone could be so inspired to create them.