George Burns seems to be warming up for a good Second City sketch on God’s return to earth as a rumpled vaudevillian, but it soon becomes clear that director Carl Reiner isn’t kidding—he really thinks this movie is going to save the world. The gags are slighted in favor of John Denver-style homilies, mouthed by John Denver, while the film collapses under the weight of missed narrative connections, the apparent victim of excessive recutting (1977).