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New York Times:
Mr. Goldthwait's screenplay is essentially a comedy act fleshed out with a story he doesn't try to make convincing.
Goldthwait's primary strength as a writer-director has been in starting with outrageous, high-concept hooks that develop into subtler, more perceptive studies of human nature.
Interesting, sometimes kind of fun but, ultimately, not as satisfying as it might have been.
"God Bless America" has a whole lotta "Taxi Driver" in it, and some "Network," and some "Heathers" (with Barr functioning as Christian Slater in the equation), and even some "Kick-Ass."
It's about a terminally ill man who decides that if he is going to die, he is going to grab a gun and take a whole bunch of obnoxious people with him.
J. R. Jones,
[It] turns in on its own morality like a Mobius strip, endorsing kindness by practicing slaughter, and pulls us along for the ride.
Bobcat Goldthwait's new movie is a burlesque that turns into a harangue that turns into a rampage.
Eric D. Snider,
Sometimes you get the feeling Goldthwait is just making a list of the people he could do without, which is funny and makes you nod your head but doesn't add up to much.
Semi-comic fantasia of violence against vapid pop culture can't do justice to its own ideas.
Los Angeles Times:
This funny, sick twist of social satire is certainly locked and loaded, even if its aim is sometimes off.
The film features elaborate (and spot-on) parodies of mean-girl reality shows, YouTube nonsense and fatuous news reports but the people are thin and the plot meanders a bit.
Bobcat Goldthwait's bracing new black comedy...
New York Daily News:
Given that the movie starts out in such interesting fashion, it's hugely disappointing to see it devolve so lazily into a generic vigilante fantasy.
New York Post:
The real problem is there's just not enough plot on which to hang the message that mean people suck.
A lot of what God Bless America has to say is on-target and is presented in such a straightforward, unvarnished fashion that it's impossible to miss the honesty beneath the comedy.
Here is a film that begins with merciless comic savagery and descends into merely merciless savagery. But wow, what an opening.
San Francisco Chronicle:
In this "Falling Down" of pop-cultural observation, Goldthwait forgets the thrill of the chase; he's more concerned with piercing verbal barbs than actual suspense.
Minneapolis Star Tribune:
Goldthwait's ranting dialogue is stingingly funny and Murray and Barr are so agreeable you may find yourself rooting for "the bad guys."
This is no simple wish-fulfillment revenge fantasy. It's an indictment of us as viewers and tacit supporters of the cultural trash heap.
This movie's idea of topical satire is to score points off of My Super Sweet 16 and legendary American Idol reject William Hung. Timely!
The movie is the kind of undercooked satire that might be mistaken for meaningful by the midnight-madness crowd; let's hope Goldthwait the stealth smartie returns posthaste.
While it starts out well, Bobcat Goldthwait's black comedy struggles to maintain focus as it turns into a road trip of diminishing rewards in satirical and narrative terms.
When the monotonous squib-popping subsides, the movie is often static and talky, lapsing into criticism-hedging qualifications and anti-everything speechifying.