Uwe Boll, from what I’ve heard, is one of the worst directors of all time. But like any “bad” director, his films are adored by a small core of dedicated cult fans. I wouldn’t consider myself one of those fans at all, yet I couldn’t help get carried away on my third rewatch of Postal, a film so grotesquely offensive that it jumps through hoops to keep the viewer questioning the relative sanity of its director and cast. It’s a system that shouldn’t work, but its results are inarguably hilarious and provide some of the most inspired and truly wild scenes we’ll possibly ever see.
Postal is not a competently made movie, and maybe that’s for the best since everything about it is just so feverishly insane. The Dude (Zack Ward), has an undeniably poor life. But when approached by his Uncle Dave (Dave Foley) with a get rich scheme involving Osama Bin Laden, bird flu, Nazi Germany, Verne Troyer and a love cult, the two find themselves in over their heads and The Dude goes postal. If any of that previous sentence offended you, this just isn’t the film for you. What do you expect from a film that has its opening joke set during the tragedy of 9/11?
Uwe Boll’s idea of cartwheeling over the line of tasteful jokes is just to grab a big pile of upsetting or distasteful imagery and throw it at the wall, hoping that at least something will stick. What happens is a work of accidental genius, with the offensive jokes sitting well with myself, especially since I’m a sucker for tastelessness and awkwardness. Postal manages to get such a blend correctly, its political ineptness blended with a pseudo-style commentary on society makes this an ironic exploration of just about everything Boll can muster.
With a surprisingly stacked cast that includes the likes of J.K. Simmons and Seymour Cassel, this is one of the few film adaptations of a video game that is successful enough to be enjoyed. Even more surprising is that it’s not so bad it’s good, it’s just a genuinely fun ride that has enough holes in it to be an unbelievably ridiculous time. From mentally challenged terrorists to horny monkeys, from a Little Germany bloodbath to Uwe Boll admitting to funding his movies through Nazi gold, Postal is that little bit extra, and this is enough to throw it out there as a promising and hilariously offensive comedy.