I used to know a guy who went around claiming he was the messiah. On his 33rd birthday we got him fall-down drunk and then nailed both his hands to a two-by-four. He never forgave us. Moral: beware of false prophets.

So anyway, the cat in this flick knows he's a messiah because he can eat a lot and not get fat, and he hardly has to shave at all, like only a few times a week. He wants to hold this big rally, so he tries to raise the money by selling bargain baptisms ("We're not giving God away. For God, I think you can get a $1.18 easy.") and going door-to-door, but nothing works until the end where he nearly achieves sainthood the easy way by getting himself shot (also known as the John Lennon method). This is basically a one-joke movie (he thinks he's a messiah, but see, he's not), but I'm all for anything that makes fun of religion so I'm gonna recommend it even though it does get a little tiresome after awhile. You know what this guy (and this movie) needed? Some hot-ass followers. After all, that's the real reason most people get involved in the messiah business. Honestly, do you think Scientologists buy tickets for that ride because they really believe that we're all space spirits who used to live in a volcano, or do you think they do it for a shot at some of that hot-ass powder blue shirt/khaki action? Spending eternity in paradise sounds okay, but give me thirty minutes in the shower with Squeaky Fromme or Lynsey Bartilson any day.