Not everyone is able to appreciate the subtle hilarity of a film such as this but personally, I'm a sucker for all things snarky, biting, self-deprecating, and sarcastic. I love the satirical atheism which the film is centered on, as well as the back-handed comments on just how much stock people put in good looks out of pure lack of depth. I'm surprised so many people missed how everyone seemed to focus on the physical appearance, even when they acknowledge just how many other fantastic traits the subject of their scorn has.
It's a world where everyone tells the truth - and just about anything they're thinking. Mark Bellison is a screenwriter, about to be fired. He's short and chunky with a flat nose - a genetic pool that means he won't get to first base with Anna, the woman he loves. At a bank, on the spur of the moment he blurts out a fib, with eye-popping results. Then, when his mother's on her deathbed, frightened of the eternal void awaiting her, Mark invents fiction. The hospital staff overhear his description of Heaven, believe every word, and tell others. Soon Mark is a prophet, his first inventive screenplay makes him rich, and he's basically a good guy. But will that be enough for Anna?