I had just finished up a film here at SXSW, the newest Bobcat Goldthwait film, God Bless America, was screening on the other side of town and I really wanted to see it. It was raining and finding a cab was almost impossible. I say almost, because I eventually found one. I told the cabbie where to go and when we were almost there, I pulled out my beloved and well used credit card. He told me that his machine wasn’t working and I needed cash.
So, we then proceeded to go to 5 different gas stations, liquor stores and 7-11’s to find a working ATM. Finally, after a half hour later, I got the money and was dropped off at the theater where thankfully, the screening was running a bit late.
I was mad and rain-soaked but at least I as there.
And little did I know that this whole mess would put me in the total frame of mind for this film.
God Bless America is Writer/director Goldthwait at his potential best. The film is about a divorced and disillusioned middle-aged man named Frank (the great Joel Murray), who has just lost his job and received potentially the worst news anyone could be told: “You have inoperable cancer.”
He comes home, picks up a gun and just as he’s about to pull the trigger, he spots on TV everything he hates about the world today: Reality Television and the downward spiral of America. With nothing left to lose, Frank sets out on a violent crime spree to rid the world of the rude, the obnoxious and the crude of America and it’s so called “stars.” Along the way, he teams up with a teenage girl (Tara Lynne Barr) who shares the same attitude and the two leave a bloody trail of bodies as they make there way to their one last big bang.
The film gives the proverbial finger to everything that is celebrated in Reality TV. From the badly misbehaving stars, to the judges to how people worship these talentless people. It’s like Goldthwait has seen the future and our future is Idiocracy.
One reason I like Goldthwait’s movies is that he always has a voice and vision. He doesn’t do film by committee like so many other films, even indies. And this is no exception. God Bless America is at it’s best when
Joel Murray is great in his first starring role. Frank is an everyman who is fed up with the world, his life and his situation. He can’t do anything to dig out of the whole and when he get the news that he is going to die, it is almost like a relief to him. The weight of the world lifts from his shoulders and he’s almost like a new man. Yeah, he’s killing people left and right, but it’s the new Frank doing it. Murray has always been fun to watch I think and here, that’s no exception. He’s got some major dialogue and monologues (one was 3 pages he told me in an interview I’ll post soon) and you just feel his pain and frustration as he’s talking. Hopefully, this will lead to more roles for him.
Barr is a relative newcomer and while her Roxy is at times a little too eager to kill, she plays the wide-eyed youth/sometime instigator part very well.
The film is definitely entertaining and if you hate Reality TV as much as I do – and Goldthwait – you’ll definitely enjoy the film.