Loveless, jobless, possibly terminally ill, Frank has had enough of the downward spiral of America. With nothing left to lose, Frank takes his gun and offs the stupidest, cruelest, and most repellent members of society. He finds an unusual accomplice: 16-year-old Roxy, who shares his sense of rage and disenfranchisement.Written by
The plot about a terminally ill man shooting rude people is possibly inspired in the short story "To All The Rude People" by Jack Ritchie, published in 1961 and compiled in the anthology by Alfred Hitchcock "Not for the Nervous". See more »
In the opening scene where Frank breaks into the neighbor's apartment to kill them, when he shoots the boyfriend and reloads the shotgun, it's a right side ejection port. When he reloads to shoot the baby, the image is reversed and it's a left side ejection port. See more »
You're seriously not interested in me at all as a girlfriend?
What the hell are you talking about? I'm not a pedophile.
So we're Platonic spree killers?
Yeah. And that's all.
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The character that tries to buy Roxy at the diner is listed as "The Pancake Eating Pedophile". See more »
What a great movie. It's rather as if Goldthwait has made an answer to Oliver Stone's Natural Born Killers by way of Mike Judge's Office Space. Through the eyes of Joel Murray's Frank, we see a variety of society's ills and thankfully, Goldthwait doesn't dwell on them. To do so would be like gawking at the stupidity when you walk into a Walmart; it's just going to make you dwell longer at the stupidity on display, and you are still in a Walmart.
Instead, we get one of those movies that you either are along with or you aren't, you get or you don't. If you get it, you wish that Frank had a few more monologues, if you don't, you'd think it was advocating random shooting sprees.
Thankfully the script and Murray's brilliant portrayal of Frank has him as a principled, moral character who has his suicide interrupted by one terrible reality TV show too many. Along the way he teams up with a psychotic schoolgirl. He's rebelling violently about what society has become, she's rebelling against what society is.
It isn't a huge film, without a large budget, but well made. I felt that it worked best compared to Oliver Stone's Natural Born Killers, which showed spree killers as celebrities. In God Bless America the characters lament that they haven't even made the news. But in the end, Stone's film glories this shallow quest for fame while Goldthwait's film answers it, showing what happens to America when everyone is unkindly reaching for it.
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