By J. DeVoy
Remember Falling Down, where Michael Douglas goes on a rampage in LA, shooting up a McDonald’s, a phone booth, and attacking a construction project with a rocket launcher? Cathartic, no? This appears to be even better.
The thing about Falling Down is that it did not go far enough in its attack on the perverted state of America normalcy. It expressed frustration at common daily difficulties, but failed to indict the metastasizing culture that produces these inefficiencies. God Bless America appears to remedy these defects by glamorizing the wanton and gratuitous murder of reality television “stars,” famous-for-fame’s-sake celebutards and generic douches who talk in the theater, insist on recording everything via cell phone, etc. Here’s hoping for a scene where the protagonist walks into a restaurant and blows away my latest disfavored class – people who take pictures of unremarkable food they order so they can instantaneously upload them to facebook (“they’re not french fries, they’re pommes frites!“).
As the Joker once said, “this town needs an enema!” Swap “town” for “western civilization” and we’re making progress. Surely the whiner crew will come out wringing their frail hands, warning of copycat acts of violence against famous people. Even if these hypochondriac claims had merit, the only reasonable response is, happy hunting. Will Brangelina get your backwoods joke of a state to enact a badly needed Anti-SLAPP statute with teeth? Leonardo DiCaprio is on the record as caring more about polar bears than your rights. Would it be so bad if they all… disappeared?
Obviously nobody’s seen the full film yet. Even if it’s terrible, I suspect it will have a significant cult following, likely among the alternative right. The fact that such a film was even made, though, reflects a recognition that enough people are meaningfully dissatisfied with the status quo that they would enjoy – and pay to see – its simulated murder.