Dear God No! Review

Movie: Dear God No!
By: Maniac E
Date: March 25, 2012

When the blood begins to flow.... who will be left to scream.

So after all the grindhouse madness that has been going around, Dear God No! Wants to show us how gritty and filthy grindhouse can be. Shot on 16mm film the movie wants to be as pure as it can be in grindhouse factors. For the people thinking a trailer is misleading, guess again with this one folks. The movie delivers every bit of blood the trailer suggests!

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.

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Now comes the part where I need to describe this movie, knowing the opening scene was a group of outlaw bikers killing and raping nuns. The opening scene just starts off with one of the biggest bloodshed fests I have seen in a long time. The bikers are raping and running down a woman with a tricked out chopper, backing that sweet ride up and doing a burnout on her chest until her guts explode, spraying blood and intestines in every direction. Still want me to continue?

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This movie is top of the line filth, and it brings you back to times where movie makers just didn‘t give a damn about what they produced. It is hardcore violence, porn, and brutal deaths. The movie is unpolished and I won‘t go on too much about the acting herein as it isn‘t really the sort of film where you focus on the acting parts. Suffice to say Jett Bryant, as Impalers leader Jett, gives a charismatic and cold performance, one in which you just don‘t know what he will do next. In fact all the Impalers were a blast to watch, as they are all seriously unhinged.

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Where Tarantino and Rodriguez came in with their stylized grindhouse adaptions "Machete", "Death Proof" and "Planet Terror" comes Bickert with an unpolished and no CGI grindhouse movie. For the ones that are purist of the genre this is the best new age grindhouse movie you can get. Hobo with a Shotgun gave us a fraction of how grindhouse should be but Bickert just rolls over it.

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Dear God No! has been carefully thought out and constructed from top to bottom to look, feel and exude the essence of those late 60‘s, early 70‘s drive-in biker flicks, and it truly comes through in every frame. Even the camera used to shoot the film was a 30 year old product of the era, an early 70‘s Arri 16mm camera. As James Bickert told the press he wanted this to play like a lost film from that era, not a modern film paying homage. To that end, it‘s totally believable. Trust me I‘ve seen it twice now. I‘m scouring the frames looking for the kinks in the kinky. From the sets, to the chicks (who are noticeably tattoo free), to the tunes that carry this film everything is pure 70‘s sleaze.

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What can I say the movie is my kind of movie, over the top! Is it good story wise? No. Is it good acting wise? No. Is it good special effects wise? Yes. Is it good grindhouse wise? Hell yeah! It won‘t be a movie for everyone and I can assume most people would turn it off. But the movie does everything right just like Hobo with a Shotgun. It has the spirit and vintage look and feel to it. Dear God No just stomps on your face and leaves nothing of it. This is how real deal in faux-exploitation.



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Dear God No!


James Bickert






Jett Bryant, Madeline Brumby and Paul McComiskey