Not what you would expect an angel to be, but I guess what I hope they will be - understanding, life like and just a tad bit ornery. Michael is the story of an angel on Earth that is having just a little too much fun.
Called by his landlady (Jean Stapleton), two tabloid reporters (William Hurt and Robert Pastorelli) come to the end of the earth, Stubbs, Iowa, to view this miracle. Tagging along is Andie MacDowell, noted angel expert and for some reason I was never able to ascertain, the tabloids' mascot, Sparky the dog.
Arriving at Stapleton's home they are in for the shock of their lives as this dirty, unshaven, unkept, overweight, slovenly man comes strolling down the stairs - practically scratching himself and farting - and introduces himself as the angel Michael.
Of course none of the trio believe he is an angel so he has to perform a miracle, as angels always do to prove himself - guess that is why the durn dog was invited along in the first place. However, we find with each passing day, Michael is getting weaker and losing more of those beautiful angel feathers from those glorious wings.
I loved the bar scene where he is dancing - apparently angels have quite a pull with women - and I love the fact that he is not staid and straight as you would expect an angel to be. I like his fiesty attitude and cocky manner. It was a decent if mawkish story with a general story line of love, dedication and following ones dreams and goals.
Although all actors did a fine job (including Sparky) I was taken with Travolta and his angel portrayal the most. Hurt seems a little wishy-washy in his role, mainly relying on his past laurels. Stapleton is cute and quirky as the landlady with the strange boarder.
Starring: John Travolta, William Hurt, Andie MacDowell, Robert Pastorelli, Jean Stapleton, Bob Hoskins, and Teri Garr.
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John Travolta literally spreads his wings in this tale of a slightly sinful, cookie-scented archangel plopped down in Iowa to rekindle a little human faith. The cocky cherub's mission of healing frequently takes a back seat to his delight in such earthly pleasures as dancing, smoking, and drinking, but ultimately his divine duty wins out.