Directed by: Bobcat Goldthwait.
Written by: Bobcat Goldthwait.
Starring: Joel Murray (Frank), Tara Lynne Barr (Roxy), Mackenzie Brooke Smith (Ava), Melinda Page Hamilton (Alison), Rich McDonald (Brad), Guerrin Gardner (Crystal), Aris Alvarado (Steve Clark), Romeo Brown (John Tyler), Regan Burns (Michael Dunne), Maddie Hasson (Chloe), Larry Miller (Ben), Geoff Pierson (Mr. Parker).
Bobcat Goldthwait is angry. He is angry
at all the rudeness in American society – where no one seems to respect each
other. He is angry at people’s sense of entitlement, where they think they
deserve everything they want the second they want it. Angry at a system that
says simple acts of kindness and affection can be construed as sexual
harassment. He is angry at America’s obsession with celebrity – where everyone
thinks they are special, and will do anything to get on TV. Where no one cares
why they are famous – even if they are famous for being awful people. Some will
claim that his God Bless America it a left wing fantasy, because among
Goldthwait’s targets are a Bill O’Reilly type conservative TV personality, the
Tea Party, and crazy religious groups who protest the funerals of gay people.
But he also takes shots at Hollywood itself – Diablo Cody for glamorizing teen
pregnancy and making teenagers look like insufferable hipsters, at Woody Allen
falling in love with much younger woman, and pretty much everyone who
sexualizes teenage girls as if its normal. He is pissed off at everything, and
in God Bless America, he lets all that anger out.
The hero of the movie is Frank (Joel
Murray), a divorced middle aged man, who works for an insurance company that he
hates, who has a daughter who hates him because his place is “boring”, and
lives in an apartment complex with paper thin walls, next to a rude young
couple with a baby who will not stop crying, who park their bright yellow
mustang blocking him in every day. In the course of a day, he gets fired from
his job for sending flowers to a co-worker, and finds out he has an inoperable
brain tumor. He goes home that night determined to kill himself – but then he
stumbles across an episode of a show obviously based on MTV’s My Super Sweet
Sixteen, with an insufferable bitch of a teenage girl, who demands everything,
who throws a hissy fit because her parents buy her a Lexus instead of an
Escalade, and a father who says he is a failure because it’s his job to give
his little girl everything she wants whenever she wants it. So Frank decides
before he kills himself, that he is going to steal that yellow mustang, and
drive to Virginia and kill that teenage girl – which he does. He is seen by
Roxy (Tara Lynne Barr), another teenage girl, who tracks him down and tells him
he is great. That girl deserved to die. But there are so many others that also
deserve to die. And so soon, this odd couple hits the road to kill those people
they think deserve it. But get your mind out of the gutter; they are just
“platonic spree killers”.
There is nothing subtle about God Bless
America, and its satire of American culture. If anything Goldthwait hammers
home his point too hard and too often over the course of the movie. But that
doesn’t mean it isn’t pretty much spot on. The first 10 minutes of the film are
particularly brilliant as Goldthwait shows Frank channel surfing through a
series of reality and talk shows, which are slightly exaggerated, but not by
very much. God Bless America clearly takes place in an exaggerated and
unrealistic world. After all, early on in the film Frank and Roxy are seen on
camera, and yet there is no police who are ever really looking for them – they
are allowed to crisscross the country unencumbered. But this is because
Goldthwait is not making a typical “killing spree” movie, but a satire on American culture. He doesn’t have time for police.
The movie benefits greatly
from its two lead performances. Joel Murray is the personification of an
everyman – overweight and normal in every way – you wouldn’t notice him sitting
on the bus next to him. But he has that anger in those early scenes that
simmers under the surface that will not stay buried for all that long. He goes
on numerous rants throughout the movie, and while in other hands, this could
easily come across as pretentious, it seems genuine coming from Murray it seems
genuine. As for Tara Lynne Barr, she is Murray`s equal as an angry, bored young
girl, tired of her generation looking like idiots all the time.
God Bless America is
perhaps the satire that American culture deserves at this moment. You probably
won`t agree with all of Goldthwait`s beefs during the course of the movie – I
don’t – but you cannot deny that some of what he says makes sense. It`s rare to
see a movie with this much anger and rage, this much passion behind it. It is a
blunt instrument of a movie – but an effective one.
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