If you can take that premise, I think you'll go along with the film and it's really, in its very weird way, quite funny.

Gory, unfunny satire that deserves a prize for the most strained provocation of the year.

Murray and Barr make for winning platonic chemistry even when Frank suspects himself of impure thoughts. Goldthwait holds his nerve as the film shifts from ennui to malevolent gleefulness.

God Bless America cries out for a change in a funny, shocking, unflinching manner and probes the depths of what it means to be a black comedy.