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.

I'm sure if you sat down with a group of buddies who all have bad taste and like nasty things then you would definitely laugh out loud at this movie and come away with some good one liners but any one with any taste would think your facked up for even knowing this movie exists. This week must be the week of sh!+ movies cuz heres another stinker. This movie has huge potential is out weighed by the garbage cinematography, garbage acting, and the worst practical effects I've ever seen. I understand that they made this movie crappy on purpose but that just seems to be an excuse for having no talent. Everyone involved in this movie has no talent and this movie wreaks of it. Anytime something bloody happens you can clearly see a hose spraying blood or someone grabs their neck and blood sprays from behind their back. They pretend to do a burnout on a nun and it just looks stupid because they cant even act like they are doing in it. It looks like a bunch of buddies got together and made a movie they thought would be funny and then decided hey maybe other people would like this. Even when they are drinking something we are suppose to think is a dirty tampon it doesn't even gross me out because they cant even act like they are drinking tampon juice. One area that this movie does succeed on however is the dialogue. There are plenty of hilarious one liners, they are just coming out of the wrong people who cant do them justice, tiss a shame. Also the ideas they had for how to push the limits of sleaze are great in theory but don't have the skill to pull them off effectively. I personally love the movies that this movie tries to be but it fails and the only scene that is effective is the rapist orgy where i got so sick of the screaming women that i turned this garbage off. Lets put a little more effort in next time boys and maybe hire some people with talent.

Over the past few years, and largely thanks to Tarantino/Rodriguez, there has been a welcome revival in Grindhouse. Movies like Planet Terror, Death Proof and Machete have reminded us just how much fun it was to recoil in horror and laugh out loud all in the same scene. Movie trends vary. We are coming to the end of the reign of the zombie flick but during its tenure we were treated to such gems as Zack Snyder's 'Dawn of the Dead', The Ford Brothers 'The Dead' and, to a lesser degree, the hugely successful Ruben Fleischer 'Zombieland'. With the revival of Grindhouse we are, once again, trawling the net for the next talking point of modern cinema. Well, look no further folks. 'Dear God No!' is 21st century Grindhouse at its most shocking and its insanely fun. James Bickert has managed, on no-doubt a very limited budget, to create a movie that is 'The Devils Rejects meets Doctor Moreau' with an originality that is stunning in itself. It is a movie that will stay with me and that is the hallmark of a fine film maker. It was a film that I expected to hate but, as the final credits rolled, I was struggling to pick out a moment that didn't work perfectly. The movie is over the top so far that I'd expect to find mist on the DVD cover. The central cast push their characters to the the limits of debauchery and there are moments in the movie where I almost felt guilty enjoying but this mix of Grindhouse and Powerhouse simply wont let you rest. A huge achievement and I trust that this gem of a film will have CULT stamped all over it when it hits the shelves. See it once, talk about it many many times. Congratulations to all involved.

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.