August 22, 2008
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Like sniffing your own farts, except colorful.Uwe Boll's Postal is, perhaps, the much-loathed director's greatest cinematic achievement thus far. That said, it's still light years away from what anyone would call a "good movie," despite the fact that Boll has finally delivered a picture that's actually more coherent than the video game which inspired it. Of course, the titular software -- a slightly boring tale about a small town guy and his rage issues -- isn't exactly a staggering work of art, nor does it come equipped with a plot that could carry a 100-minute movie. To make the material work as a living, breathing, full-length feature, Boll unleashes his unapologetic id upon the world at-large, poking fun at everything from the September 11th attacks to his legion of online haters who spend way too much time trashing the guy on message boards and poorly-written blogs. On-board to assist Uwe in his jaded quest are Zack Ward, Dave Foley, Vern Troyer, and a handful of barely recognizable faces, all of whom do a fantastic job of making Boll and Bryan C. Knight's violent fifth-grade script snap on-screen. Postal is without a doubt one of the most intentionally offensive films you'll see this year, second only to Lloyd Kaufman's deliciously foul effort Poultrygeist. As long as you know it's awful, you'll love it. Expect cult stardom shortly.
Recipe For Success: One Sick Sense Of Humor + Uwe's Bizarre Cameo + Dave Foley's Ding-A-Ling
Hey Guess What: Monkey rape is funny.
Especially when they're raping the little guy.
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What I love even more is that Uwe took a couple of days off from the shoot to kick Something Awful webmaster, Lowtax's ass in a Golden Palace Casino sponsored boxing match since Kyanka was one of the only people to meet Boll's challenge to a fight.
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