Oh boy, we found another Garry Marshall classic. Dear God is a mess of a film where nothing makes sense. Greg Kinnear is the sweetest conman you'll ever meet who gets sentenced by a judge to get a 9-5 job. You know, that common sentence criminals get. He finds work in the dead letter office of the USPS and ends up answering undelivered letters to God. This movie does not know how the post office works as Greg gets in trouble for opening people's mail, even though that is what the dead letter office does. It also establishes that all of this mail can not be delivered or returned because of the lack of addresses, yet Greg and his buddies seem to find all the God writers fairly easily. It also establishes that people just pray to God through the mail, for things like wanting to ride a pony or a clean house or a dog or a babysitter or, in one case, a suicide note. Who writes a letter to God, puts a stamp on it, takes it to a mailbox but doesn't leave a return address? I guess you're thinking, "Oh God knows where I live" but then that also means you believe that the post office has routes that go to heaven!?!? Sorry, I'm rambling. This movie sucks, listen to us talk about it. Enjoy!
