In the name of God!
You never know, when it comes to Larry Cohen films, what scenes are scheduled and rehearsed, and what is improvised. The king of guerilla filmmaking returns with another great hook: people who believe they were touched by God start murdering innocents. If you take God out of the equation, you’re left with theories of demon possession, mind-control by radio waves, or water poisoning.
Tony Lo Bianco plays a detective who’s always right where he needs to be. It gets you wondering if he isn’t causing all this magic, after all. He offers a procedural angle that keeps the story moving, but that also makes the storytelling robotic. What good are cops against a supernatural threat, unless they admit that’s what they’re facing? We should be spending time with the killers instead.
Ultimately, there’s too much talking and too few people losing their shit. We do get answers to our questions. Kind of. Too little too late, though. Some films can pull off an ending like this one, but I’m not sure God Told Me To can afford to be so vague. The last minutes sure contrast with the rest of the movie, making us wish there was more to that third act.