What’s the formula for a great film? Can it be determined by dividing the number of minutes a movie holds us enthralled by the amount of time we spend waiting for something interesting to happen? Perhaps it’s measured in the efficiency of the screenplay multiplied by the competence of the filmmakers. Whatever formula you choose to use, odds are Bobcat Goldthwait’s God Bless America
wouldn’t meet the criteria of a “great” film; the direction is a little rough around the edges, the performances occasionally border on amateurish, and, much like a Kevin Smith film, all of the characters speak in a single voice.
Incredibly, Goldthwait manages to use these pe...