Postal
| Year: | 2007 |
| Production Co: | Running With Scissors |
| Studio: | Boll KG |
| Director: | Uwe Boll |
| Producer: | Uwe Boll |
| Writer: | Uwe Boll |
| Cast: | Zack Ward, J K Simmons, Verne Troyer, Uwe Boll |
If you watch it as a movie you're going to be disappointed by the stupid jokes and scattershot plot. But if you take it as maverick Uwe Boll intended, as a cinematic nose-thumbing to everything he hates about America and American cinema, then it's mildly amusing. He seems to have wanted to make a movie where he could elbow in everything he knew would shock and further ostracise him - terrorists, dead children and the real America rather than its media picture of itself.
It starts with a cleverly subversive coda where two 9/11 hijackers start arguing about how many virgins they get in the afterlife. After calling Osama bin Laden to find out they get far fewer than they hope for, they decide instead to fly to the tropics, and it's the burly American passengers who break into the cockpit that make them lose control of the plane and send in careening into the World Trade Centre.
From there it's kind of a mess of an everyday Joe who just wants his shot. He gets mixed up in a plot involving terrorists visiting an even bigger strike on America thanks to an in-demand doll, a religious cult led by his hedonistic Uncle and their plans to hijack the doll shipment without any idea they're the instruments of Armageddon.
Packed with idiot police, babes, bombs, guns and a bad George W Bush impression, it's mildly amusing but Boll was more interested in lobbing a cultural bomb at the US than making a funny movie.
It starts with a cleverly subversive coda where two 9/11 hijackers start arguing about how many virgins they get in the afterlife. After calling Osama bin Laden to find out they get far fewer than they hope for, they decide instead to fly to the tropics, and it's the burly American passengers who break into the cockpit that make them lose control of the plane and send in careening into the World Trade Centre.
From there it's kind of a mess of an everyday Joe who just wants his shot. He gets mixed up in a plot involving terrorists visiting an even bigger strike on America thanks to an in-demand doll, a religious cult led by his hedonistic Uncle and their plans to hijack the doll shipment without any idea they're the instruments of Armageddon.
Packed with idiot police, babes, bombs, guns and a bad George W Bush impression, it's mildly amusing but Boll was more interested in lobbing a cultural bomb at the US than making a funny movie.