Moustroll Good movie but grossly overrated

Console best movie i've ever seen.

Nessieldwi Very interesting film. Was caught on the premise when seeing the trailer but unsure as to what the outcome would be for the showing. As it turns out, it was a very good film.

Logan By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

BA_Harrison It was fun for a while, but now I'm getting rather tired of the fad for 'grindhouse' movies, which see directors deliberately striving to replicate the flagrant content and gritty style of 70s and 80s exploitation films. They may boast memorable titles and cool retro poster art, but they rarely prove to be any cop, their grungy affectations and knowing outrageousness being poor substitutes for real talent.The latest effort to proudly fly the 'grindhouse' flag is 'Dear God No!', a violent biker flick from writer/director James Bickert, who is so intent on achieving his desired aesthetic and meeting his quota of bad taste and debauchery (thereby ensuring marketability) that he seems to forget about trying to make a decent film.The most disagreeable aspects of the film are not the sex and violence—after all, those who willingly watch this type of film expect, nay DEMAND such excess—but rather the acting, script and direction. Performances range from the bad to the diabolical, the plot is all over the place, and Bickert's visuals display little in the way of originality (unless lingering on a stripper for so long that it actually becomes boring counts).My rating: a generous 4.5 out of 10 just for the OTT splatter and rampant sleaze—file somewhere between equally disappointing 'grindhouse' efforts 'Run! Bitch Run! and Nude Nuns With Big Guns.

Argemaluco 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.

cjmccracken The terror that swept America has finally found a home on the far side of the Atlantic, thanks to Monster Pictures UK, who will release the movie on January 14th 2013. James Bickert's 16mm exploitation extravaganza Dear God No! is a loving homage to the classic biker, sexploitation and monster features which lit up the drive in screens across the world so many years ago. The Impalers are the most reprehensible biker gang in the Tri State area, one who have raped, robbed and butchered a path across the highways. The movie opens with the gang waking up after a night of debauchery, the ground on which they slept is strewn with beer cans, drug paraphernalia and dead nuns. This is nothing out of the ordinary for the gang who proceed to make their way towards a local hangout to have a sit down with the Satan's Own crew. The meeting goes bad and our protagonists take refuge in a reclusive cabin in the woods, home to a very stern scientist named Dr Marco (Paul McComiskey) and his seemingly meek daughter Edna (Madeline Brumby). They are in the midst of conducting experiments into the mysterious mutilation of local wildlife. Also in attendance are a young couple, one of whom is a Todd. It should be made very clear at this juncture that The Impalers hate Todds. The simple act of home invasion takes a trip into dark and terrifying places, with the tension increasing as terrible secrets are revealed. The blood is thick flowing and ever present, the witty dialogue creates more one-liners than your average stand up show and there are more gun toting girls here than Tarantino has ever dared to put in his movies. The most important thing to know about Dear God No! is the fact that it is a hilarious, depraved and genuine slice of grindhouse. It's nasty, grimy and raw and that's just what the grindhouse features were all about. Bickert manages to successfully pay tribute to the movies and aesthetic which he loves whilst simultaneously creating something very modern and unique. True fans of exploitation cinema will certainly find plenty to keep them entertained within this movie and, hopefully, will ignite some interest in a whole new generation of fans. With a fabulous one sheet by Tom Hodge and a sequel with the amazing title of Frankenstein Created Bikers in the works, this could be the beginning of a beautiful franchise. Colin McCracken writes extensively for zombiehamster.com as well as a number of genre publications. He can be found on Twitter as @zombiehamster

doctordoom-228-509488 I must add my 2 cents. This movie made me mad. Mad because every movie should be like this one. This movie blew me away! It's incredible. Now I must stress that if you are young, not raised on video games that didn't involve a giant circuit board in a large wooden box, have never seen a jukebox with actual records in it and think a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14R is the coolest bike on earth... well, you might not get this flick, Skippy. The folks coating themselves in brain destroying Axe body spray while thinking Jason Momoa was a terrific Conan The Barbarian, are probably so so busy Facebooking, tweeting and spending 10 hours a day on XBOX Live to know about this anyway. This is one of those great great works of trash art that you want to share with your friends who get it. The rest of them be damned. Go play laser tag or car surf on the freeway for all I care. The sheer amount of carnage (I counted over 50 kills) done with non CGI effects give you the good old warm and fuzzies. None of the yawn inducing computer people flippin around with fake computer blood here, fake computer blood there. DEAR GOD NO! is a round house kick in the face to digital blandness. It's Bikers, Boobs and Bigfoot, people! This is a man's movie that makes me want to round house kick the computer into the yard. I don't know why I'm writing this, the more I think about it. I'm going to be free and go beer chugging. That is the attitude this movie brings and what everyone should do right now. Take all the culture from the past 40 years and burn it. The movie is great, break free from swill they feed you on TV and the internet. Time to man up, planet.