God Bless America is going to be the easiest film you've ever fallen for. Everything you've ever complained about on Facebook, everything you've ever hated about everyone else's supreme inconsiderate-ness, and all those rants you've enjoyed about the general decline of things since the introduction of reality TV, are shot and killed in God Bless America. That's the film.
And God, is it a good one. Director Bobcat Goldthwait has finally come into his full stride and here flexes his tremendous ability to conjure honey-soaked moments of small, cinematic gold, wringing blackness and catharsis from the pits and exquisite pains of abject loser-dom.
And it wouldn't work hadn't Goldthwait such a tight leash on the film's dark misanthropy. Just when you fear the movie is at odds with itself, it looks right at the camera, winks and dove-tails just when it needs to into a smart and cunning mea culpa.
Screening Friday 23 November Tribal Theatre, 7pm and Saturday 24 November, Palace Centro, 6.30pm
