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Jett
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Edna Marco
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Dr. Marco
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Evelyn Marco
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Randal
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Spyder
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Jimbo
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Rachelle Lynn | ... |
Laura /
Nun 1
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Heath Street | ... |
Todd
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Billy Ratliff | ... |
Larry
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Tim McGahren | ... |
Kooky Karl
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Jim Sligh | ... |
Sheriff Crews
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Johnny McGowan | ... |
Deputy Balun
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Busty Ballyhoo
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Outlaw motorcycle gang The Impalers tri-state rape and murder spree ended in a bloody massacre with rival club Satan's Own. The surviving members sought refuge in a secluded cabin deep in the North Georgia mountains. What first must of seemed like easy prey for a home invasion, became a living nightmare of depravity and violence. A young innocent girl being held captive may hold the key to the twisted secrets locked in the basement and the killing machine feasting on human flesh in the forest outside. Written by Big Bust Out Pictures
DEAR GOD NO! is a straight-out homage to the grindhouse flicks of the 1970s; in particular it seems to be a cross between THE EVIL DEAD and a random biker movie. Instead of being a real film, this is an ultra low budget production packed to the brim with outrageously cheesy gore effects, depraved humour, and female nudity.
I found it repulsive in the extreme, but not for the reasons you'd think. The exploitation elements are all well and good, but it's the script that truly repulsed me. It's dumb beyond belief, full of repetitive cursing and nothing else. The characters are portrayed as the stupidest people imaginable, and despite the presence of a large gang of bikers there are no individuals here - they're all a bland, faceless group.
The plot is non-existent and only serves to link the various exploitation sequences. The degradation of women plays a pivotal role, with the female roles limited to monsters, strippers, or victims. Sleaziness hangs over the whole production, and as a whole this is the type of film that nobody in their right mind could enjoy. Rodriguez's PLANET TERROR is still my favourite of the grindhouse tributes in existence and in comparison this is nothing, it wasn't even worth making a film.