"The Bible and Gun Club": Daniel J. Harris

U.S.A.

Thursday, 8:15 p.m., Saturday, 10:30 p.m.

The thumping, hard-sell, shotgun-blast-approach message of "The Bible and Gun Club" is not for those with delicate ears who thought David Mamet's "Glengarry Glen Ross" hard to take. Besides trash language there is the battery of gunshots and personal degradation.

They might consider this film to be for fans of masochism of the type touted by one of the dinosaur-age salesmen of the Bible and Gun Club Company who slam themselves from door to door pushing elaborate Bibles and lethal weapons as a package deal. Included in the package is radical racism and sexism most foul.

The salesmen are at the end of their line in almost every way and the company convention in Las Vegas, where the film climaxes, could demolish them.

The film, by Daniel J. Harris, is done in a pseudo-documentary fashion gone amok, and as such one can say that it is bold and brash or just balderdash. The film does deal with reality but does it in such an obvious way and at times so amateurishly it stretches believability too far and can be seen as pandering to its own finger-pointing.

One must bend to its stylization and credit the filmmaker for the intended message. However, I think the good ol' boys (as was the case with the Archie Bunkers) may just enjoy it all . . . a whole lot.