Saving a youngster from a road accident, rough-diamond ex-con Terry Dean (Hogan) is knocked into oblivion. He hallucinates an audience with God (Heston), who refuses him entry to paradise on the grounds that he's a scumbag, sending him back to earth as a probationary angel. So far so good, as Hogan runs through his innocent abroad routine, calling God 'your honour', holding up foodstores for the poor, and attempting to fathom the extent of his imagined angelic powers ('I'm bullet-proof', he tells a bemused clergyman, 'but I can't fly yet'). Things take a nosedive, however, when he teams up with irritating do-gooder Rose (Kozlowski) and her invalid brother (Koteas), and Hogan's script ploughs into the realms of pseudo-serious philosophising. Aided and abetted by Cornell's limp direction, a hideously self-congratulatory catalogue of 'tender' set pieces ensues, revealing that Hogan is (surprise, surprise) the most wonderful, loving, caring person alive - or indeed dead. Almost a turkey.