Angels in Stardust, a Cliche-Filled Catalog of Bad Ideas


Vallie Sue (AJ Michalka), the wistful twentysomething hero of William Robert Carey’s Angels in Stardust, is a dreamer.

She dreams of abandoning her trailer-park home and the irresponsible mother (Alicia Silverstone) whose carousing gets her down. She aspires to be a great writer, “like Agatha Christie,” and decamp to the glamor of Oklahoma City. She confides in an imaginary friend, modeled on a TV cowboy, whom she pictures gracing a drive-in theater’s long-abandoned big screen.

In other words, Vallie Sue dreams in clichés: Her life seems little more than a composite of shopworn thoughts and feelings, as if she were fashioned from spare parts on loan from romance paperbacks and daytime soaps.

In fact, Vallie Sue has her roots in a different sort of tripe: Angels in Stardust is an adaptation of Jesus in Cowboy Boots, a novel written and (unsurprisingly) self-published by the film’s director.

Described, in his Amazon author profile, as “an award-winning writer and director of television commercials,” Carey was clearly the ideal candidate for adapting his own work — after all, only its creator could be expected to take it seriously.

Now, the film’s occasional fits of comic inanity — locals ranting about aliens, conversations about two-headed dogs — are certainly embarrassing. But its attempts at melodrama are outright repugnant.

From broaching (and ultimately shrugging off) domestic abuse to murdering a pet cat for emotional effect, Stardust is a catalog of bad ideas. Carey must fancy himself a dreamer. This one should have remained a dream.