. . . can hope to be happy with a rich Fat Cat One Per Center, warn the seers of the always eponymous Warner Bros. In THE MAN WHO PLAYED GOD. Grace, the would-be fortune huntress, finally comes to her senses, eschewing Mr. Monopoly Money Bags Monty for tubercular hapless Hal. Miserly maestro Monty learns, in turn, that all of his ill-gotten loot cannot buy him hearing aids that work. He reads in the Good Book that he'll have a harder time passing through Heaven's Gate than an elephant would have sashaying through the eye of needle, UNLESS he can redistribute all of his hoarded wealth BEFORE his tiny penny-pincher's heart fails for good and for all. Singing out to we of the Modern 21st Century from the depths of America's Great Depression, this Warner warning informs the unworthy Rich that "deaf ears" will not be a valid excuse during their imminent Final Reckoning.
Review of The Man Who Played God
