
In God
Bless America Murray plays Frank – a tired, middle aged, divorced, recently
fired, possibly terminally ill man with a growing hatred for the pile of
celebrity gossip, prejudice, scare-mongering, and general crap that he believes
America
has become. Alone (again) one evening he retrieves his gun from a box on top of
the bookshelf (why are they always in a box on top of a bookshelf?) and
contemplates killing himself. Then he sees Chloe. Chloe is a rich, bratty,
American teenager with her own reality TV show. With Frank, we see a quick
flash of the programme – Chloe declaring boastfully that she rules her high
school and screaming at her obnoxious parents for buying her the wrong car.
After this, Frank rethinks his suicide plans. Why should he kill himself when
there are so many better people to kill? Like Chloe for example.
There’s an
extensive list of people in this category. I was doing well until they added
‘the givers and receivers of physical high-fives’. Well that’s me dead then.
For all
their lack of care in their killings, they manage to get away with it for a
ridiculously long time. You have to suspend your disbelief here for a while – I
would like to think the police are a little more efficient than that at
catching serial killers. It’s a detail I was quite happy to let go though for
the sake of a better story.
While it
doesn’t give you all that much to really think about or leave much of a lasting
impression other than ‘well that was cool’, God Bless America might well end up
on my list of classics – one of those that I’ll actually buy a physical copy
of.
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