Hässlich.
Terrible, I never played the game, didn’t know it was even out – God only knows why I rented this one, it was a direct play title from Netflix, so it felt free. If anyone paid so much as a nickel to see this film, I truly feel sorry for them – especially in these tough economic times.
The film has tons of shock value, and I am sure it has a loyal cult following, but unlike Idiocracy, Postal was not funny. Where wit and satire should meet, only disgusting slum humor exists. Most of the roles were for character actors, and I wonder what other incredibly fat women were turned down for the role of trailer-park ho – can you imagine being told you weren’t good enough for that part?
The film was directed by game-to-gag stand-by Uwe Boll, not to be confused with the Miami Dolphins former place-kicker, Uwe von Schamann. The German angle was borderline retarded and uninspired, for a German director – I would expect more. Again, I have never played the game, but I understand the film is accurate. I have no desire to play such a game, since my testicles dropped years ago, and if this crap floats your boat, please make sure you are nowhere near me on I-95 – as I am sure you are one of those text-while-driving a-holes.
I mean, Scut Farcus was the lead, that should have told me all I needed to know. I have seen him in other things, and short of a war movie, he should stick to his day job (I sure hope it isn’t acting). If you want to be teased by scantily-clad, terribly bad actresses, go rent some porn – I guarantee you will find yourself feeling less guilty than paying a pfennig to watch this tripe!
