Aside from the presence of the two stars, Two of a Kind has all the earmarks of a bargain-basement job. Sets are as constricted as those for live, three-camera sitcoms, and many of the so-called New York location scenes possess an obvious back-lot look.
Script’s only vaguely amusing conceit presents itself at the beginning, when God returns from a vacation and, finding the world gone to seed in the interim, announces to four of his angels that he’s going to wipe out the human race and start over again. The angels urge Him to reconsider His decision based on whether or not a random man can prove himself possible of genuine goodness.
So John Travolta, a self-styled inventor of such inane items as edible sunglasses, is selected as the guinea pig, just in time to find him robbing a bank in order to pay off a debt to the mob. Bank teller Olivia Newton-John, fired for flirting with the stick-up man, actually makes off with the dough. She is saved by Travolta after being taken hostage by a gunman.
