Postal - Bilingual

 

 

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OK, now I'm worried. Over the last few days, I've actually enjoyed watching two different Uwe Boll films. Could the man actually have some writing and directing talent, after all? Nah, I don't think so. He just got lucky with Rampage, and Postal is mainly a result of Boll letting it all hang out and not taking his job the least bit seriously. It doesn't take a genius to direct a movie with the tag line "Disgusting. Offensive. Stupid." Heck, Boll even dons some lederhosen and puts in a cameo appearance as himself, whereupon he's attacked by the designer of the video game Postal for making such a mockery of this video game adaptation. It's certainly true that this movie has very little to do with the video game (a great and senselessly violent game I've been an unapologetic supporter of for years), apart from the massive body count and an irreverence toward just about anything and anyone under the sun, but it doesn't really matter in the end because this film is so darn funny. I get all kinds of giddy just thinking about how deeply offended the politically correct Neanderthals must be by everything that goes on here.

The opening scene is one of the funniest in the entire movie, as we watch a couple of Muslim hijackers confront conflicting information about the number of virgins they're supposed to get by their martyrdom. Radical Islamic terrorism plays a major role throughout the film, as Al Qaeda and Osama "Sammy" Bin Laden find their newest jihad plot constantly undermined by a group of crazy cultists executing a plan very much like their own. Both plan to use a stolen supply of very scarce dolls for their own purposes. It's just that one group plans to sell them on EBAY to pay the back taxes on their fake church, while the other wants to use them to spread death all over the country. The hero (for lack of a better word) of the film is a poor schmuck sick and tired of his life in the hellhole of Paradise city - he's unemployed, his wife is the morbidly obese town slut, and his trailer park life is so miserable that he gladly returns to a life of crime alongside his cult leader uncle Dave (Dave Foley, who - I must warn you - appears completely naked in one wholly unnecessary scene) - anything to get out of Paradise, and I don't blame him for that one bit. The whole story is just sick and twisted, and I couldn't even begin to tell you about all of the hilariously offensive scenes that take place throughout the film. I think Boll threw everything he could think of at this story, and most of it actually works.

I think part of the secret of Postal's success is the fact that Boll seems to know he is making fun of his own infamously bad film career alongside all of the other satire about religion, government, and everything else under the sun. He obviously didn't care about all of the movie critics he's constantly railing against (or daring to take him on in a boxing match), and that is why he made the film as ridiculous as he possibly could. Let's just hope he finds time in his busy schedule of pumping out painfully bad movies to put this magical comedy formula to use again someday.

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