A bored insurance salesman quits his job to go into politics. He first starts preaching about how man is greater than he thinks and that man can live forever. He ends up forming his own political party, “The Eternal Man” party. He begins to be referred to as “God”. Then he starts having doubts about the eternalness of man. —IMDb
In films since 1952, character actor Timothy Carey gained a cult following for his uncompromising portrayals of sadistic criminals, drooling lechers, and psycho killers. His definitive screen moment occurred in Stanley Kubrick’s The Killing (1955), in which, as two-bit hoodlum Nikki Arane, he gleefully shot down a race horse. Kubrick used Carey again in Paths of Glory (1957), this time in the sympathetic role of condemned prisoner Private Ferol. Equally impressed by Carey’s work was director John Cassavetes, who gave the actor a leading role in Killing of a Chinese Bookie (1976). In 1963, Carey spoofed his unsavory screen image in Beach Blanket Bingo, playing leather-jacketed cyclist South Dakota Slim, who expresses his affection for leading lady Linda Evans by strapping her to a buzzsaw. He went on to menace the Monkees in Head (1968), bellowing out incomprehensible imprecations as Davy, Mike, Micky, and Peter cowered in confused terror… read more
Criminally underexposed movie, one part 1950s Elvis concert, Nazi war parade with a dash of Charles Manson and Jodorowsky-esque religious motifs. Def worth the d/l time and watching it on your computer. TIn Carey was a genius, who never had the chance to finish any of his projects but this one. My only gripe is all the sexy parts being cut off.
This film is essential. It's pure DIY filmmaking - in the sense of getting some kind of photographic tool and saying I'm going to use this thing to react and respond to the world. Same impulse of Herzog or Cassavetes or any other non-careerist artist. Skill or craft not as important as its ferocity of ideas or its be-spirited-ness. Can a man be a god? Carey made a film about the black heart of the american dream.
Bizarre no-budget effort is made watchable only by Timothy Carey's strange presence and the surreal quality of the amateurish lighting and production design. It gets off to an interesting start, but even at 80 minutes, it's way too long and about halfway through degenerates into a dull, pointless religious mediation. Music by Frank Zappa.