Zoot-suited Jesse (Allan Arbus, the guest star visiting psychiatrist on M*A*S*H and husband of photographer Diane Arbus) parachutes out of the sky into a western no-man's land dominated by the violent and sadistic Greaser (Albert Henderson, THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE). Sure Jesse can heal the sick and resurrect the dead (including Greaser's son "Homo" [Michael Sullivan, MADMAN], who Greaser kills three times), but he's more interested with meeting up with his agent "Morris" (Don Calfa, RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD) in Jerusalem and becoming a star - Jesse walks on water for entertainment value - than in playing messiah. The enthralled townspeople follow him on his pilgrimage to Jerusalem, but Greaser (who keeps an imprisoned Mariachi band beside his outhouse and has a habit of shooting entertainers who give bad auditions) wants Jesse to stay (and his daughter Cholera [Luana Anders, DEMENTIA 13] is envious of his talent). "Odd" is really the only appropriate word for this arty western. It's not really bad or terribly good, just a succession of weirdness possibly inspired by viewing too many midnight movies. Director Robert Downey Sr.'s effort is not so much a cult film as a curiosity (although perhaps I'm just not in the right state of altered consciousness in which to receive the film). The production value is not bad (at times, it resembles one of the later, lower-budgeted spaghetti westerns), but it's merely a western world peopled with western characters, rather than a western with biblical symbolism. "Hey Mickey" singer Toni Basil (FIVE EASY PIECES) runs around as a topless Native American (if indeed, the film is set in the American west, and not some other planet) and Hervé Villechaize (SEIZURE) is a midget with a transvestite "wife" (Stan Gottlieb, also in Downey's PUTNEY SWOPE). The director's son has a small role as a boy traveling with his family (including his mother Elise Downey, who scripted her husband's next film MOMENT TO MOMENT).