What follows is a cross-country kill-for-thrill jaunt (equal parts “Paper Moon” and “Falling Down”) that ends on the set of an “Idol”-like singing show.
In some ways, "God Bless America" is faintly reminiscent of Michael Douglas' 1993 film "Falling Down" -- with a little "Natural Born Killers" thrown in, since Frank, by accident more than anything, ends up with a bloodthirsty teenage accomplice named Roxy (ebullient newcomer Tara Lynne Barr) riding shotgun with him on his road trip from hell.
With rudeness, cruelty and self-absorption now universally heralded American attributes, with cynical political opportunists, unworthy “talents” and lowlifes dominating reality TV, the time is certainly right for a “Falling Down” remake.
Genetically akin to “Falling Down” and “Natural Born Killers,” with a twist out of “The Professional,” “God Bless America” is what’s known in Yiddish as a geschrei or in French a (ital) cri de couer: (ital) an impassioned outburst, a shout to the heavens, a cry from the heart.
Bobcat Goldthwait, directing yet another hilariously inappropriate film rooted in appropriate points, does it again with a Falling Down-esque tale of two people's revenge on stupidity.
It sounds like a funny idea, a sort of satirical Falling Down, but somehow the shoddiness of the film-making and the flatness of the writing dilute the anger and inspire a numbing tedium.