Clarence Hilliard goes to work one day and after some very deep thought, decides he no longer wants to be a life insurance salesman. In a flash of enlightenment he conjures up his own personal religion and like most religious fanatics, is convinced he must preach his gospel.
Although a little murky, his message sounds like Satan was his speech writer. You have to admit it is appealing to claim man is capable of rising above his mortality to become a super human being. In conjunction with this lofty idea Clarence relocated the Christian heaven from its nebulous place up in the clouds to right here on earth, in fact as close as Clarence himself. Couple this with his desire to become the next president and you have the complete package that is sure to offend some and enthrall others.
Right away he gets in trouble with his boss who is shocked that his salesman's newfound religious convictions of immortality are not conducive to selling life insurance, so he gets canned.
At first his wife seems unconcerned that her husband has quit his job but that soon changes when hubby declares himself God and with a bull horn begins preaching on street corners to anyone who will listen. His message is so off-the-wall that he immediately attracts a crowd of gawking, slack jaws, the sort of people who are gullible enough to believe anything.
Encouraged by his success, Clarence, with audacious swagger, launches his career as God Hilliard, buying a guitar, starting a band and enlisting a growing number of ignoramuses who actually believe his religious BS and for some reason, find his totally stupid-looking, leg quivering stage act appealing.
Before long all sorts of young and old female groupies are hanging all over him, and being a caring god, Clarence feels obligated to "tend" to his growing flock. Wifey takes offense to this as well as his heresy so she plays her trump, sending the little daughter in with Bible in hand to appeal to his sense of duty as a father. Clarence, being God now, has no use for such mundane duties and takes offense that they don't recognize his divinity.
After rejecting his heartbroken daughter and wife, Clarence begins to have doubts about his mission as God. Soon, cracks in his God image begin to appear and his presidential campaign falters amid allegations he is not who he says he is. To shore up his confidence, he makes a trip to the local church to straighten out his thinking.
Although he is obviously God Hilliard standing there in person, he notes the parishioners put great faith in the communion ritual with the unseen body of Christ. Puzzled, he steals the sacrament when no one is looking. When a flurry of pin jabs doesn't produce Christ's blood, his disillusionment with religious ritual destroys his belief in his own divinity.
Poor fellow falls into a troubled sleep and in his dream, he runs out the door following a trail of slime(?) His faithful followers run after him but he is drawn (this is where it gets really wacky) to his fate. As he opens the door to a room, a red filter drops over the lens and its my guess Satan is waiting to claim him as the world's greatest sinner.
As I watched this jaw dropping performance, I realized it had similarities to Andy Griffith's movie, A Face in the Crowd, but Andy edges out Tim as a fanatical egomaniac.
Although a little murky, his message sounds like Satan was his speech writer. You have to admit it is appealing to claim man is capable of rising above his mortality to become a super human being. In conjunction with this lofty idea Clarence relocated the Christian heaven from its nebulous place up in the clouds to right here on earth, in fact as close as Clarence himself. Couple this with his desire to become the next president and you have the complete package that is sure to offend some and enthrall others.
Right away he gets in trouble with his boss who is shocked that his salesman's newfound religious convictions of immortality are not conducive to selling life insurance, so he gets canned.
At first his wife seems unconcerned that her husband has quit his job but that soon changes when hubby declares himself God and with a bull horn begins preaching on street corners to anyone who will listen. His message is so off-the-wall that he immediately attracts a crowd of gawking, slack jaws, the sort of people who are gullible enough to believe anything.
Encouraged by his success, Clarence, with audacious swagger, launches his career as God Hilliard, buying a guitar, starting a band and enlisting a growing number of ignoramuses who actually believe his religious BS and for some reason, find his totally stupid-looking, leg quivering stage act appealing.
Before long all sorts of young and old female groupies are hanging all over him, and being a caring god, Clarence feels obligated to "tend" to his growing flock. Wifey takes offense to this as well as his heresy so she plays her trump, sending the little daughter in with Bible in hand to appeal to his sense of duty as a father. Clarence, being God now, has no use for such mundane duties and takes offense that they don't recognize his divinity.
After rejecting his heartbroken daughter and wife, Clarence begins to have doubts about his mission as God. Soon, cracks in his God image begin to appear and his presidential campaign falters amid allegations he is not who he says he is. To shore up his confidence, he makes a trip to the local church to straighten out his thinking.
Although he is obviously God Hilliard standing there in person, he notes the parishioners put great faith in the communion ritual with the unseen body of Christ. Puzzled, he steals the sacrament when no one is looking. When a flurry of pin jabs doesn't produce Christ's blood, his disillusionment with religious ritual destroys his belief in his own divinity.
Poor fellow falls into a troubled sleep and in his dream, he runs out the door following a trail of slime(?) His faithful followers run after him but he is drawn (this is where it gets really wacky) to his fate. As he opens the door to a room, a red filter drops over the lens and its my guess Satan is waiting to claim him as the world's greatest sinner.
As I watched this jaw dropping performance, I realized it had similarities to Andy Griffith's movie, A Face in the Crowd, but Andy edges out Tim as a fanatical egomaniac.