Oh man, you gotta hand it to Uwe Boll- with such a chronic display of a lack of talent, most Directors would have been buried long ago, yet he constantly proves that one man's (or perhaps every other man, and every woman as well) trash is another man's treasure. And he's done it yet again, this time with "Postal," a film so depraved, indifferent, and just plain bad that by comparison, it makes "Blood Rayne" look like an Oscar winner.
To understand what this movie is about, think of an amateurish rip off of "Pulp Fiction's" mixed story lines, and toss in more and more bizarre images. It begins with two terrorists arguing over the number of Virgins they will get for their act of terror- when they call Osama Bin Laden, they are dissatisfied with his answer, and decide to fly to the Bahamas...only to have the cockpit stormed and the pilots overpowered into the World Trade Center. Too soon? Just a little bit...even though its a given that some will enjoy the debate over the exact number of virgins each Islamic martyr gets.
In another stream, a young man leaves the trailer park to seek out a job, and winds up embroiled in a heist over missing toys that, for some peculiar reason, are the next major fad. In another, a cult that has been predicting the end of the world is looking for a way out of a tax hole. In another, Osama Bin Laden and his men are hanging out in the store room of a variety store. In another, for some reason, Verne Troyer is gang raped by a room full of monkey's.
Very bizarre and quite unpleasant! So tasteless it is pretty much anti-satirical! I miss "House of the Dead." Its sad when you have to think of that as the "good old days" of Uwe Boll.
To understand what this movie is about, think of an amateurish rip off of "Pulp Fiction's" mixed story lines, and toss in more and more bizarre images. It begins with two terrorists arguing over the number of Virgins they will get for their act of terror- when they call Osama Bin Laden, they are dissatisfied with his answer, and decide to fly to the Bahamas...only to have the cockpit stormed and the pilots overpowered into the World Trade Center. Too soon? Just a little bit...even though its a given that some will enjoy the debate over the exact number of virgins each Islamic martyr gets.
In another stream, a young man leaves the trailer park to seek out a job, and winds up embroiled in a heist over missing toys that, for some peculiar reason, are the next major fad. In another, a cult that has been predicting the end of the world is looking for a way out of a tax hole. In another, Osama Bin Laden and his men are hanging out in the store room of a variety store. In another, for some reason, Verne Troyer is gang raped by a room full of monkey's.
Very bizarre and quite unpleasant! So tasteless it is pretty much anti-satirical! I miss "House of the Dead." Its sad when you have to think of that as the "good old days" of Uwe Boll.