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DVD Dear God No!
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Storyline Outlaw motorcycle gang The Impalers tri-state rape and murder spree ended in a bloody massacre with rival club Satan’s Own. The surviving members sought refuge in a secluded cabin deep in the North Georgia mountains. What first must of seemed like easy prey for a home invasion, became a living nightmare of depravity and violence. A young innocent girl being held captive may hold the key to the twisted secrets locked in the basement and the killing machine feasting on human flesh in the forest outside. Written by Big Bust Out Pictures |
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Plot Keywords: home invasion, rape, murder, biker, death | |
Details: Country: USA Release Date: 22 September 2011 (USA) |
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This is not a glossy, over-stylized grindhouse homage like "Hobo With A Shotgun", "Machete", or "Planet Terror". This is the closest thing to an actual Grindhouse film made in this century… Though perhaps it is a little more extreme.
It is shot on 16mm film, there are 31 breasts, all of the effects are practical (i.e. no CGI), and it is fun as hell.
This flick definitely isn't for everybody (there is some extreme stuff in here), but for fans of authentic grindhouse features, bigfoot, bikers, sexploitation, gore, and drug movies; "Dear God No!" is the way to go.
Not sure where this came from but I like it. This beyond awesome and heavy on the upper female nudity flick is pretty far out crazy. It's a biker film made by perverts for perverts. You will definitely feel like a dirty person while laughing at the demented dark humor. It's very funny in a "not quite right" sort of way. Outlaw bikers run up against an insane Nazi conducting mad experiments on his family members and the local wildlife. When these worlds (different genres) collide it gets totally wacky (the horror genre!) and delivers buckets of the marinara sauce. It's staggering how much is packed into this film from Psychedelic Drug movies, Nazisploitation, Nunsploitation, Biker, Spaghetti Western, Monster Movies, Home Invasion flicks (Last House on the Left), Nature Gone Bad Films, Hicksploitation, etc. Even more staggering, it actually works. For such an outrageously convoluted film, it all comes together without any loose ends. The plot twists are different from your standard Revenge film, get crazier every 15 minutes and you never quite know where this thing is going until the very last frame which will hit you like a Drano enema. It's not a comedy. It's full of scares, shocks and seat clawing tension. Did I mention the female parts? Loaded with every size. Every actress looses their clothes. Quite wonderful. I'm not sure when this thing is being released on DVD but I saw it with an audience and you should too. It screams audience participation. It was so nice to see something other than stupid teens in the stupid woods. I thank the perverts who made this and made my day. See it.
Dear God No! is a perverse and fascinating distillation of subjects extracted from the best exploitation cinema of the '70s. This is what directors Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez attempted to do in Death Proof and Machete (respectively); however, Dear God No! is the genuine article, and the result is a gem full of bad taste and depravity made with minimum money and null influence from Hollywood.
The exploitation cinema has become a popular model to modern filmmakers, not only because of its implicit nostalgia, but also because it can work as a justification of the lack of talent and low production values we can find in some independent movies. Many directors and screenwriters think that their ineptitude and mistakes could seem intentional if they decide to make a "retro" film. However, that's absolutely wrong. Films like Hobo With a Shotgun, The House of the Devil and Dear God No! prove that genuine talent is needed in order to make a good film with those characteristics, and that the "old film" filters and the period costumes aren't enough in order to get an interesting and entertaining narrative. Dear God No! possesses enough energy and dramatic conviction in order to capture us into the action and keep us on suspense, while making us laugh with its stupidity and ridiculous characters. Sounds contradictory, but it works brilliantly well for those of us who appreciate this underrated cinematographic style.
On the negative side of Dear God No!, some performances from the supporting cast feel too rigid. Nevertheless, the experience of watching this film was so amusing, perverse and energetic that I can enthusiastically recommend Dear God No! to the followers of exploitation cinema who want to watch something close in spirit to gems such as Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS or Thriller: A Cruel Picture. And to the casual spectators, I have to warn that there's quite extreme and offensive material in this film, so proceed with caution. You may end up feeling disgusted…or becoming an addict to a hated and occasionally censored cinematographic stratum. I can assure you it's not an easy-to-satisfy addiction.
Obviously, someone on this development team has seen "Dead Alive", the fantastic, over-the-top gorefest from early in Peter Jackson's career. There are several allusions that made me smile.
Without giving too much away, everyone like Tabasco sauce but no one wants a bowl of it. And that is the problem.
The bad guys really didn't suffer enough either. The movie spends 85% of the time showing us how extremely evil these biker are. The bikers even kill a victim a la The Manson Family so by the end of the movie we are all screaming for their blood. Then, the entire cast is killed off by a mutated monster. The end. Unsatisfying.
Also, is it me or did the monster look exactly like Bigfoot from 'The 6 Million Dollar Man'?
I did like this movie. It was a great homage. It's campy and over the top. Even though it aims to be a little tongue-in-cheek copy of 70s Grindhouse, with a little tuning this movie could have actually been a better film.
I enjoyed it. But I only recommended it for Gorehounds and crazy film people. Girls will ABHOR this movie so be warned.