From worstpreviews, Uwe Boll is not Satan. Nor is he Beelzebub, Scratch, the Prince of Darkness, or even Petey Wheatstraw. Boll is just a fanatic with a lunatic mission -- to bring cinematic versions of disruptive, low-rent video games (BloodRayne, House of the Dead) to movie screens and, in due course, to bargain DVD bins in Walmartopia department stores around the world. Boll's misbegotten passion can be seen in every frame of his video game aggrandizements, and like Peter Lorre in M, he can't help it.
His new film, Postal, starts off in high octane farcical mode, as two terrorists, United 93 style, have taken over the control of a jet en route to martyrdom, and are disagreeing whether they were told that 100 or 99 virgins will await them in the afterlife. Putting in a call to Osama bin Laden to find out the exact number of virgins, the boys are informed that the number of virgins has been reduced to 10 per recruit because, with all the martyrs signing up, there are not enough virgins to go around. With that, the terrorists decide to forget the whole thing and take the plane to the Bahamas. At that point, the passengers burst in and send the plane crashing. Cut to a window washer on the side of a World Trade Center tower looking over his shoulder as a plane approaches behind him and crashes into the building. Here Boll positions the Postal as a masterpiece of bad taste, sending up the post-9/11 landscape, debunking the purloining of horrific events by politicians and the media for patriotic and political chicanery.
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2 comments:
Man, sounds like a total clusterfuck.
Boll is referred to as a modern day Ed Wood, but I like to think he's even worse. I don't know how accurate it is, but Tim Burton's biopic Ed Wood shows a guy determined to tell a story, no matter how badly. After seeing a few Uwe Boll movies, to me he's always seemed like a guy who's mainly interested in providing his ego with the strange attention it needs and who doesn't give a rat's ass about the quality of his stories.
Maybe I'm wrong and Ed Wood flicks seemed the same way when they came out, who knows? Mostly I just wish Boll would go away.
And here's the best part of the review, the closing paragraph:
"At one particularly unpleasant moment in Postal, Verne ("Mini-Me") Troyer is thrown into a crawlspace where rabid, sex-crazed chimps proceed to gang bang the luckless celebrity. I'm a lot taller than Mr. Troyer but after sitting through Postal, I know exactly how he feels."
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