Ya know, you really wonder what goes through some people's minds at times. This story probably made sense to nobody but the creator, probably because the creator was putting their own fragmented, demented drug-filled moments and experiences on the big screen, tragically believing it to resemble art and hoping there may be someone else out there that can find it relatable, not to mention the attempt to turn tripe into money. WRONG-O. My appreciation for Roddy McDowell led me to watch this ghastly trash. His criminally wasted talent was spent on an insignificant bit character who gets turned on by carrots. The creators obsession with non-stop attention to sex, homosexuality, and bisexuality is like a juvenile who just had his first sexual encounter and can't stop telling everybody about it, or a toddler who just discovered his penis for the very first time. Embarrassing. Truly embarrassing. My recommendation would be to not waste your time watching this movie - it will only leave you extremely disappointed and with a WTF moment.
Review of Angel, Angel, Down We Go
