Though she's not quite sure that she hasn't dreamed all this up, Bethany sets off on her bizarre mission. For a while, the film is screamingly funny, but the further it goes, the more muddled the narrative becomes. Originally three hours long, the story may well have been more coherent before Smith made an hour's worth of cuts. But despite the frantic pacing and antic performances, it begins to stall in the middle of the second act when the silliness is supplanted by preachiness, the tone becomes needlessly dark and characters who do not seem so inclined become gratuitously violent. Loki, now armed and deadly, bursts into a board meeting, accuses the members of idolatry and subsequently murders all but one.
Blood spatters the statue of a cute golden calf that adorns the conference table.
Talk about the trouble with angels. And the film's nonbelievers find Her on their journey toward the climactic showdown in New Jersey. Now and then She stoops to smell a flower or execute a shaky handstand. Given everything that has come before, a girlish God shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone who has managed to stay the course. Something tells me he's not about to win any new converts.