Review of Postal

Went to the premiere at the Castro theater in SF. Uwe Boll was standing outside the theater schmoozing with his fans for a little while before the fun began. He took the stage and gave a short speech before the film started, a speech that seemed to say that he felt the movie he had made was striking a Lenny Bruce-ian blow against censorship, and that he was hoping to stick it to Bush. Unfortunately, the movie was a complete farce from start to finish, and I can't say I took anything away from it, save now knowing what Dave Foley's dick looks like. The movie was so completely devoid of anything resembling intelligent film-making or vocational pride that I remain unable to assess my feelings about it in words, point for point. In the Q&A that followed the film, Uwe voiced his opinions that the Hollywood system is too predictable, too many sequels and retread franchises exist, and there is too much censorship. Unfortunately, all of those admittedly retread films amount to, even at there most contrived, movies that stand lightyears ahead of anything Uwe Boll has ever done.

Before the movie, I remarked to my friend, "What if this movie is actually okay? That'd be crazy, that's be disappointing." Thankfully, Uwe didn't disappoint, and may have crafted his opus. This may just be the worst of Uwe's worst.