Postal (review)

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Like a child who thinks he can scandalize his elders by screaming naughty words he doesn’t even understand, German filmmaker Uwe Boll (Alone in the Dark) mistakes shock for satire and crudity for cleverness in this desperately unfunny, hopelessly clueless catalogue of the ills of America — bigotry of every stripe, reflexive violence, and criminality at the highest levels of our leadership — that ends up rejoicing in what it believes it is sending up. It’s a celebration, not a condemnation, of America as crude, heartless, and brutal. In the town of Paradise, a scam church and a secret cell of Taliban warriors go to war over a valuable clutch of rare toys that are selling for a mint on eBay. Boll believes this will be “controversial,” but it’s just dumb, and the only thing even remotely humorous about it — it’s meant to be a comedy, after all — is how Boll clearly intends to push buttons and boundaries yet he can’t even hit the broad side of barn, missing even the easiest, widest of targets. Jokes about rape and suicide bombers are almost the least of it, especially when Boll brings the dubious art of toilet humor to a disgustingly gratuitous new low. On the other hand, Kid in the Hall Dave Foley (Cars) seems to be enjoying a new personal freedom — he appears gratutitously naked here in what might be a blow for casual cinematic male nudity if it could even be deemed gratuitous: it’s beyond pointless. Remember Ass, the top-grossing movie of the futuristic dystopia of Idiocracy? This is it. In fact, the only way to make sense of Boll and his “movie” at all — if it’s not the kind of moronity our culture might actually deserve — is to see it as a Springtime for Hitler con game.

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wilsonhl
wilsonhl
Tue, Aug 26, 2008 5:07pm

But the real question is :

J. K. Simmons, why?

MaryAnn
MaryAnn
Tue, Aug 26, 2008 5:35pm

Yeah, that’s a really good question. It’s almost certain he didn’t get paid a lot, so why, indeed.

bronxbee
bronxbee
Tue, Aug 26, 2008 6:04pm

is J.K. Simmons gratuitously naked by any chance?

Newbs
Tue, Aug 26, 2008 7:28pm

Why does anyone do a Uwe Boll movie? He routinely gets kickass stars for his shitty videogame movies.

JoshB
JoshB
Tue, Aug 26, 2008 7:44pm

Careful MaryAnn, you don’t want to offend Uwe Boll too much. He’s got a pretty big chip on his shoulder.

MaryAnn
MaryAnn
Tue, Aug 26, 2008 8:08pm

Maybe I do want to offend Boll. Maybe I could kick his ass. Either way, though, I’d win. Either I would actually kick his ass, or he’d kick mine, and look like a pathetic loser for beating up a woman.

is J.K. Simmons gratuitously naked by any chance?

No, sorry. Just Dave Foley.

Chaotix
Chaotix
Tue, Aug 26, 2008 11:32pm

I would prefer to see Boll write an amazing film and entertain you into submission ;)

An amazing film with Foley in it based on a game.

JoshDM
JoshDM
Fri, Aug 29, 2008 12:26pm

Question, MAJ. This is supposed to be based on the videogame “Postal”, which I have played some of back in the day. The videogame consisted of some guy (from a top-down view) running around and killing everyone on each board with the audio soundtrack of someone (the devil) telling him to do it. That’s about it for storyline, other than that the main character might actually be a postman.

So… does the movie even deliver on the videogame premise? If not, then epic failure.