One of the most tedious things ever sent straight-to-video since someone thought of pointing a camcorder at drying paint, "The God Memoirs" consists exclusively of three kinds of scenes. The first type is the film's almost-sole character staring straight ahead while smoking a cigarette and delivering monotonous lines about his philosophy of life. The second kind is of the same character pacing up and down a road or outside a house. The third are encounters with the ghosts of victims, with said ghosts standing there silently until the killer rubs his eyes and they go away. Oh, there are a few torture-murders thrown in, too, but they're a small part of the on-screen time and about as dull as the rest of the film, with the exception of the very first scene in the film promisingly grueling, but not in keeping with the rest of the movie.
Add to this the soundtrack, which is mainly a whiny acoustic guitar, and we've got a real winner here... one that will be kept out of IMDb's "Bottom 100" only by the fact that so few people will ever see it. This is a good thing, because I suspect that watching this film in its entirety may cause irreversible brain damage. It's the first film I've seen in the last ten years that I can honestly say is even worse than 2003's "13 Seconds." I imagine that most people unfortunate enough to pick up a copy of this bomb will find themselves hitting fast-forward every five minutes or so, hoping in vain for something to actually happen, and then find themselves at the closing credits.
Ironically, "The God Memoirs" may offer proof that there is no god, or at least that god isn't benevolent. No benevolent deity could ever allow something this bad to make it to the TV screens of innocent victims. Perhaps it's some kind of punishment...