Insofar as director Tom McLoughlin triesand abjectly failsto do with a nubile angel (Emmanuelle Beart) what Ron Howard did with a nubile mermaid in Splash, a more appropriate title for this dumb, cloddish movie might be Flap. Michael Knight receives a visit from the angel, causing jealous consternation in his girlfriend (Phoebe Cates) and other sundry complications, which are spun out endlessly. Some would-be satire about the efforts of the hero’s buddies and his girlfriend’s father to commercialize the angel is a good example of the pot calling the kettle black. Grossly overplayed and underproduced (the special effects and ethereal lighting aren’t even bargain basement Spielberg), this shaky vehicle doesn’t even begin to fly. (JR)