God Bless America has been lauded here a few times, so when it popped up this morning in my Netflix recommendations, I pressed play immediately. Even considering the favorable reviews here, I enjoyed this film a lot more than I expected. It's very, very far from perfect, but I enjoyed parts of this film so much that they more than made up for its shortcomings.
This film is not for everybody, to be certain. Some people aren't into black comedy, which this is; some people don't follow irony, of which this has plenty; some might not like Bobcat Goldthwait, whose fingerprints are obviously all over this film. Goldthwait helps you answer your own questions about this movie early on by placing probably the darkest material up top, so if you're not turned off in the first five minutes, you will probably enjoy the rest of the film a lot (fair warning: it does drag at times but it's easy to decide if you want to carry on).
To be fair, I have some personal biases that work in favor of the movie. First, it re-teams Joel Murray and Bobcat Goldthwait. I didn't recognize Joel Murray from the poster art, but did once I got a clear look at his face and some of his expressions (i.e. the Murray family mouth). I have a crazy story about One Crazy Summer, which elevates that film in my favorites list, enough so that the good will spills into this film as well. However, Murray is good enough here that he doesn't necessarily require any additional bias for me to enjoy his performance. Also, it includes appearances from Larry Miller, Mo Gaffney and Regan Burns, all of whom I like to watch.
Some of the best moments of this film are the stretches of dialog that are basically just stand-up material. This is probably no surprise, considering the source, and the film's characters give it a voice that is somewhat different than Bobcat's perceived stage persona. Oddly enough, now I want to watch Shakes the Clown.