While the vast majority of genre geeks seemed to be jerking each other off to "Hobo with a Shotgun", cult horror fanatics were getting turned onto "Dear God No!". Made without studio backing, or the big-mouthed noise of the Quentin Tarantino crowd and all those hipsters who gobbled up "Troll 2" like it was "cool", "Dear God No!" is a biker flick that successfully employed do-it-yourself movie making techniques to create a film that feels like a direct product of the Seventies. It's brimming with exploitation value, including topless tommy gun toting Nixon strippers, a blood soaked burnout on a nun's chest, and even a psychotic Bigfoot that ravages the Georgian woods. "Dear God No!" is a homage to sleazy bikersploitation ripped from the pages of early Seventies rebel filmmaking - a wild and trippy ride through southern biker culture soaked in gasoline and beer.
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