Craig Alexander James Glickenhaus starts out in California as a carnival hustle, posing as a clairvoyant while quietly testing his own gifts. When he reads a woman's palm accurately, he realizes the power is real, and the moment reshapes his life. That same woman joins his act, helping him read people and pocket a few audience members, yet the routine wears thin for her and she walks away after two years. In the midst of this, Craig’s girlfriend Darrien disappears, adding a personal cloud to his rising career.
A wealthy couple, Kate Abernel Monica Tidwell and Alexei Abernel Bob Byrd, invites him to a graveyard rendezvous that quickly becomes a life-changing proposition: smuggle diamonds in Kenya. Seizing the chance, he travels to Africa, only to wind up imprisoned. The Abernels bail him out, and together they bribe a tribal leader to reveal the hidden locations of the jewels deep in the jungle. The trio discovers the treasure, but tragedy strikes when the husband is bitten by a cobra and dies. Craig acts decisively, killing the snake and walking away with the jewels in hand.
A further twist comes when a man from the couple offers Craig a boat in exchange for a woman, and he accepts the deal. Yet the arrangement backfires, and Craig shoots that man when he catches him with the woman. The sea calls next, and he spends weeks at sea before arriving in Tahiti, where he tries to hawk the jewels at a bar and even gets involved in a pearl-diving scheme. The ventures fund the next phase of his plan to reinvent himself as a genuine mystic, and the money begins to flow again.
Craig returns to California with a new aura of wealth and influence, offering psychic services to the U.S. Navy to help locate a ship that vanished in the Devil’s Triangle. His life becomes a global sensation as a movie about his exploits, The Astrologer, hits screens worldwide. In a turn of personal discovery, he locates Darrien in a hotel, only to learn she has become a sex worker. The couple marries amid international headlines, but their happiness fractures during a restaurant argument. When she cheats on him, he shoots the rival.
As the glamorous facade cracks, an old carnival sidekick reappears with a blunt verdict that underscored the film’s dark current: “You’re not an astrologer. You’re an asshole.”
> You're not an astrologer. You're an asshole.