In Los Angeles, in the last century a man began to work as a chemical plant worker, his dreams seemed fictional as he led to the presence of American missiles. This man used the teachings of his friend and mentor Crowley for self-fulfillment to support his unimaginable and fantastical endeavors.
A leisurely arc is that allows for conversations into which exposition is less obviously inserted, and scenes have time to wander before getting to a point.
I can say that, on nothing more than an unfulfilled promise and a few well-performed weirdos, I'm sold enough to keep watching this genre-shifting historical fiction -- though I'm not devout enough to spill blood yet.
Strange Angel is equally a biopic about a stubborn optimist and a commentary on the trying times in which he existed, and it's substantially more compelling when it's the latter.
It might not work as an elevator pitch, but [Jack] Reynor's brash performance keeps the fuel flowing long enough for a viewer's curiosity to take over.
Strange Angel could develop into an engrossing adventure... but it's too content early on to dwell on the mundane instead of truly embrace the strange.
