Teen Angel, can you hear John Travolta? I bet you can smell him, no matter WHERE you are...In a small town in rural Iowa (as if there were anything other than 'rural' in Iowa...) an angel arrives at the beconing of a sweet little old lady. When two tabloid journalists arrive to investigate, they meet the archangel Michael, wings and all. In this case "all" means booze, cigs, sex, and lots of sugar. He's the archangel of war, not some singin and preachin wimpy angel. And so he sets of for the windy city at the urging of the aforementioned journalists, to whom we will no longer refer in this review because I would prefer to forget they were ever in this movie. For without them, it would likely get 5 sporks.
In any event, though not terribly well written or surprising, this movie is quite entertaining. Thank goodness Travolta steals this movie and runs away froim the piss-poor performances of unnamed journalists. This movie suffers from trying to do too much. Make it either about Michael and his issues, OR about these other people and how he affects them. Yoh have to pick one, it's like a rule.3 sporks because Johnny line dances. Haha.