Probably no one gives a crap, but Uwe Boll’s Postal came out on DVD last week. They sent me a copy and I tried to watch it intending to write a review, but I only made it through about 30 minutes. The cover describes it as “Disgusting. Offensive. Stupid.”, and really it’s only the third one. Even the most “outrageous” comedy has to bear some semblance to life on Earth or actual human interaction, otherwise it’s just… a waste of time. Postal is like that. It’s pure camp, a big, fluffy nothing of a movie. Not nearly as loathsome as the Meet the Spartans guys, just kind of lame. Anyway, now you can see what I’m talking about after the jump.

I was, however, impressed with Dave Foley’s gratuitous full-frontal scene. You’re a braver man than I, sir Foley.


And even though I wasn’t eager to jump on the Yeah! Uwe Boll Sucks! bandwagon, my offer to fight him still stands and always has. Let me know when I’m famous enough to help promote your movie, Uwe.

Thanks to “Brigitte Mardigras” for the tip. Is that a French name?