It's not quite that simple. In The Second Coming, Christopher Eccleston is a garden-variety drunk named Steve who disappears for 40 days, then reappears and announces himself to be the Second Coming of Christ. Is he crazy? Well, he tosses off a few miracles: turning night into day over the local soccer stadium and later surviving a bomb that goes off right next to him. He also announces that Armageddon will arrive in five days if he is not presented with a "Third Testament." (Exactly what this Third Testament is supposed to be remains a mystery throughout the film -- even to Steve -- and stands as one of the more perplexingly weak facets of the movie.) Hysteria ensues, though fortunately it seems confined to England.
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