"Cancerchemo kicked my ass!”
An extremely self-righteous alien-robot-ghost-deity takes on gun violence, big pharma, prostitution, dependance on foreign oil, corrupt politicians, drug use, disrespect towards the disabled, gang warfare, grand theft auto, and the black market, all with the power of a pair of magical glowing hands that can make people's eyes bleed, freeze time, cure cancer, reverse the aging process, AND make wheelchairs disappear.
Why are both Neil Breen and James Nguyen (of Birdemic fame) so obsessed with solar…
Honestly, this whole process is pretty gross and explains a lot of America's personality problems. And I feel like the film took stances on everything but not strong enough on that point which is really the only one that ultimately matters. Still very compelling.
Although that shot of Rene wearing his amazing glasses and snacking on Planters while getting torn up by Ben is by far the best thing here and personally the image I'd like to cultivate.