This movie wants to be social commentary, but the commentary is inconsistent, leaving the audience with an odious, morally shaky defense of White male perceived victimization and rage. The hero is a violent psychopath we should sympathize with because, like him, we've had to order lunch at 11 a.m. even though what we really wanted was breakfast. Falling Down also positions Bill as a victim of the general decline of civility, that he's just standing up for decency as he threatens, stabs, and shoots at foreigners, brown people, and rich White golfers, the last of which weakly suggests Bill is an equal-opportunity hater.
Furthering the narrative that Bill is a sympathetic victim rather than a rabid predator, he's favorably compared to a violent, openly racist Nazi. Bill, the movie suggests, is not really so bad; the Nazi calls Jews "kikes," while Bill just refers to a non-White foreigner as "you people." The movie's central premise, that we should be rooting for Bill, crumbles when we learn, far too late, of his history of violence. In fact, he's not some regular guy with a justifiable beef, he's "sick." Note that the movie was filmed during the 1992 Los Angeles riots protesting against the videotaped police beating of African American Rodney King. While the "N" word is used here, the movie is notably short on African American characters.