The God Inside My Ear Movie Review

Written by Giuseppe Infante

Released by Joe Badon Laboratories

Written & Directed by Joe Badon
2017, 90 minutes, Not Rated

Linnea Gregg as Elizia
Joseph Estrade as Fred
Rhonda Laizer as Elizia's Mom
Steve Smith as Pastor Hanley



When watching a film, one’s expectations and cinematic pleasure receptors are subjective. Of course there are technicalities, which would deem certain films as masterpieces; if the cinematography and other production values line up properly, there’s no denying a critical success. But ultimately, the eye of the beholder, so to speak, is brought on a visual journey by the creator(s). At this point in the experience, accolades can get thrown out the door. This is the precise moment during the movie’s runtime that begins the baseline gauge, which moves according to one’s cinematic desires. Some viewers like a clear-cut story presented on screen, starring cardboard characters to carry the story along, with a dash of comedic elements. Others prefer a slow burn with a crescendo pacing and a finale that is etched in the mind for days, weeks or more. Some prefer schlock; some prefer straightforward serious filmmaking. Regardless of the dish, we all have to eat and our tastes vary on what flavor our palates water for—the same goes for the filmgoer—although dining at a new restaurant can be risky.

As I sat down to watch The God Inside My Ear, my anticipation was rising. I haven’t written a review in months, and according to the polarizing iMDB, the film has a 9/10 star rating. Ah, but alas the film began… and I started to scratch my head. After several images flash across the screen, and eventually make way to our protagonist, the story began. I asked myself, “What in the hell exactly am I in store for?” After experiencing this bizarre, oddball flick, there is a certain charm about The God Inside My Head, stemming from several different aspects.

Elizia (Linnea Gregg) was recently dumped by her boyfriend, due to his sudden obsession with conspiracies. Soon after, she begins her own decent into a world of paranoia, hearing voices and hallucinating, including a talking gnome and creepy telemarketer. After seeking help from her friends for clarity, she begins to detour into what seems like a psychedelic ride through the Twilight Zone—and we are sitting sidecar for the trip.



As the lead, Elizia, Linnea Gregg amuses in a standout performance. Her doe-eyed, down-in-the-dumps character is one we are all too familiar with, especially if you’re running the “adulting” rat race like most of us. Gregg’s sense of sarcastic depression is a humbling attribute, because we all know the dark side can eat a person inside out. This helps keep the viewer somewhat grounded during all the mayhem surrounding the events of the film, since its all relatable. Everything else in the film past this aspect, well, you’ll have to see for yourself.

Another important aspect, which sheds some light on the filmmaking process, is the budget. For just an inadequate 8K, The God Inside My Ear was made. Yes, $8,000 and 13 days, and presto! Written and directed by Joe Badon, this is a testament to independent filmmaking and shows how intelligence, technology and art can work in tandem to make cinema with substance. Through this small financial investment, grows a larger piece of art that speaks volumes about the psyche of being an individual in a society built on too much information. There is a subtext about conspiracies, but more importantly what can happen if one plunges down the road of questioning sanity… or the works of something more sinister? Another question to ask is, what will Joe Badon do next, and with possibly a larger budget?

The God Inside My Head reminds me of sushi. It’s not for everyone, although some would eat it everyday if they could. The food is exotic and has distinct attributes, which makes it unique. This goes for abstract, art-house, surrealist film and art. For example, Alejandro Jodorowsky’s El Topo and The Holy Mountain, two of the most bizarrely gorgeous films I’ve had the pleasure to endure, are impactful to a select audience, but mainstream audiences would banish these flicks to the garbage can (my friends thought I was batshit crazy when I popped this on in our late teens). Many look at these films with distain due to the lack of narrative coherency and obviousness to the story unraveling. The God Inside My Head is in the vein of Jodorowsky, Roman Polanski’s Repulsion and David Lynch’s Eraserhead, among others, in the wide surrealist subgenre (a clip of Carnival of Souls is seen during one scene). If this is your cup on tea, give it a sip and see if it’s the right kind of blend.



Movie: 3.5 Star Rating Cover

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