An 8-year old girl antichrist confronts an elderly extra-terrestrial Jesus sent to planet earth for stoping her adolescent rage and her lineage for that matter. The screams of a bloody-thirst pet eagle are the only downer to this bizarre (oc)cult gem.
This outdoes all of Assonitis' own movies through sheer force of personality. Outer Space Satan's first goal: throw off Kareem's jump-shot. John Huston controls the bald, all-male chapter of cirque de soleil. Glenn Ford attacked by parakeets. Sam Peckinpah, humble abortionist. Shelley Winters as Hattie McDaniel. Django is Jesus. The soundtrack tries for a best supporting actor oscar. Death by Ice-dancing. A must.
Do not play basketball. Do not purchase talking bird toys. Do not attend birthday parties. Do not drive automobiles. Do not ice skate. Do not play pong clones. Do not eat a hot dog. Do not date Lance Henriksen. Do not have children. Avoid these dangerous activities at all costs.
Definitely one of the strangest films I've ever seen. The problem though is that the strangeness almost seems too deliberate; such as the occasional use of goofy 70's music. I can't take away from the film's often impressive control of imagery and mood, but again it just seems like it has a bit too much of a hard time deciding if it wants to be Jodorowsky or The Omen.