Postal
2/4
Starring: Zach Ward, Dave Foley, Chris Coppola, Vern Troyer,
Larry Thomas
Rated R for Extremely Crude Humor Throughout, including Strong Sexuality, Graphic Nudity, Violence, and for Pervasive Language and Some Drug Use
Uwe Boll does not have a good reputation, even among the
mainstream crowd. People hate him more
than serious critics hate Michael Bay movies.
Admittedly, this is the only film of his that I have seen, and while I
don’t think “Postal” is that bad per se, I can see their point. The film is really shoddy and unpolished, and
the first hour is borderline painful, but once Boll lets loose, it gets pretty
funny.
The film opens with the much-talked about satire of the 9/11
hijackers. Apparently, the terrorists
were getting second thoughts about dying for the cause when there were some
inconsistencies about how many virgins they could expect when they met their
maker. The scene is funny, but the final
shot pushes the limit too much.
After that, things quickly grind to a dead halt for the
better part of an hour. Postal Dude
(Ward…Scutt Farkus all grown up) is having a really bad day. His now-fat wife is cheating on him, his
neighbor is giving him no end of grief, and his job interview is going
badly. He seeks refuge with his cult
leader uncle Dave (Foley), whose heart isn’t into his cult and is in dire need
of some cash. So he plans to steal a
shipment of the latest hot toy, the Krotchy doll (which looks like a cross
between a dick and one of Ronald McDonald’s friends) and sell it on their
own. Unfortunately, the Taliban, led by
bin Laden himself (Thomas) want them too.
According to iMDb, Boll only shot a few takes for each
scene, believing that the emotion behind the jokes will fade with each
successive take (making them less funny, I suppose). This statement is obvious with every
frame. The film looks like it was made
on the cheap, and nothing appears to be rehearsed. Sometimes, like in pseudo-documentary movies,
this can be an asset. Not here. It looks amateurish and rushed.
“Postal” takes a while to get going, and up until that
point, it’s a real drag. It’s not quite
zero-star territory, but it’s close.
Happily, once Krotchy himself (played by Verne Troyer, who proves that
he can be funny while speaking, which he didn’t do in the Austin Powers movies)
shows up, the film starts to become funny.
It’s below lowbrow, to be sure, but the film gets injected with a much
needed dose of energy, and I started laughing.
I don’t recommend the film; the first hour is too painfully
boring and even when it gets going, it loses its steam fairly quickly. But for those who are looking for more
evidence to pile on the hate for Boll, this isn’t going to help your cause
much.
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