Inept guardian angel Harmon Cavender is given a chance to finally earn his wings by helping an unconventional big city woman, the young, awkward Agnes Grep, who has just been fired. Cavender doesn't ask her wishes, instead he puts her in posh clothes, provides her with a fortune, and moves her uptown to a fancy Park Avenue address. Written by
The $23,367.19 placed in Agnes Grep's account in 1962 had the same purchasing power as $177,000 in 2012. See more »
A word to the wise now to any and all who might suddenly feel the presence of a cigar-smoking helpmate who takes bankbooks out of thin air. If you're suddenly aware of any such celestial aids, it means that you're under the beneficent care of one Harmon Cavender, guardian angel. And this message from the Twilight Zone: lotsa luck!
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Remember that old comedy show where the hapless angel would help a different oddball in distress every week? Thank God you don't. I'm only glad this intended pilot show never left the runway. I don't know anything about eschatology but the idea of a heaven where Howard Smith, the 'push push push' guy from 'A Stop At Willoughby' is a senior angel with ropey wings is enough to make me prefer any other fate the Zone depicted.
Happily almost no one remembers this terrible idea where by Rod Serling no less would have moved into Mr Ed type territory of lame television. There is no genuine attempt at comedy even though Carol Burnett as Cavender's first help recipient almost manages to make it feel like comedy.
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