Michael is a slight little romantic comedy that is enjoyable, but has
little lasting impact. William Hurt is Frank Quinlan, a once respected
journalist, who is now lowered to writing for a supermarket tabloid, the
Weekly Mirror. He and a fellow journalist (Robert Pastorelli) whose
only claim to fame is owning Sparky, the paper's famous mascot, are
teamed up with Dorothy (Andie MacDowell), an angel expert, to investigate
an angel sighting in rural Iowa. The cynical trio travel there, and are
surprised to discover a real life angel, Michael (John Travolta). However,
he's unlike the stereotypical angels of old. Michael smokes, drinks,
has poor table manners, and badly needs a shave. However, he does have
wings, the ability to perform small miracles, and has an uncanny attractiveness
with women. Michael sets out on a journey back to Chicago with the
three reporters, but his agenda may not be what it initially seems.
There are plenty of moments in Michael which make you chuckle or smile fondly,
but few of them are of any consequence. The plot itself is rather obvious,
containing no surprises, and we are left to be entertained by the cast alone.
Luckily, the cast is appealing. Travolta still has his Phenomenon scruffily
good aura about him, and eases nicely into the angelic role. Hurt and MacDowell
are nice in the film's obvious pairing. In supporting roles, both Robert
Pastorelli and Bob Hoskins (as the tabloid editor) are colorful and amusing.
It's too bad Nora Epheron's direction can't make more use of this talent.
Michael is light and enjoyable, but the feeling is fleeting.
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