With his extreme skilled sense for social grievances he surgically exhumes the corps of the rotten society and bares it on the altar of a theatrum anatomicum for the audience. His tools are the blood dripping splatter effects as well as the pitch black sarcasm. He explains in every possible detail the many pieces of the socially constructed fallacies of this decayed carcass of human society and puts together all the interacting body parts. By these pictures, the audience is forced to assess its own construction of reality and - like the man character does - rudely wakes up from a nightmare. Boll shakes and wakes every one of us with his pictures and scenes and like impressionistic art it is up to us to either use this glimpse of wakefulness in order to evolve to Homo Zarathustra or to suppress the uncomfortable awareness by just whingeing about the corners and edges, Boll set up intentionally.

Sheiz meister Uwe Boll actually shows some promise with "Postal"; it's probably his best film. At least with this one the laughs are intentional and it knows when it's stupid. That said, being the best Uwe Boll film is still like being the most comfortable medieval iron maiden.It's the story of an unnamed man (Zack Ward), a fed-up Joe blo whose overweight wife is cheating on him and whose job situation leaves a lot to be desired. We'll just call him "Postal". After catching the greasy trailer park supervisor on top of his wife, he's fed up with his life. He decides to join his scheming uncle in a con. The uncle in question (Dave Foley) is the leader of a phony cult. Basically he just feeds nonsense to the sheep that will follow him and sleeps with all of the beautiful women who get roped into the compound. Their plan is to steal a shipment of rare Krotchy dolls (think Tickle-Me Elmo, but shaped like a brown cartoon penis instead) and sell them on the internet for big bucks. Little do they know that Al Quaeda terrorists, including Osama Bin Laden also have their eyes on the dolls, which are filled with vials containing the bird flu virus.This movie's pretty bad, but not horrible. There are some genuinely funny jokes, like terrorists getting all worked up over the amount of virgins that will be left in heaven for them or the exact benefits of blowing themselves up. I also enjoyed the random scenes of outlandish violence throughout the film, mostly because a lot of bad child actors get blown away in slow motion. There are gags throughout the film that got multiple chuckles out of me, like a scene where the characters converge on "Little Germany" (formerly "Little Poland") and find Director Uwe Boll there, making fun of himself. I laughed pretty hard at the "explanation" of how exactly he manages to fund all of his terrible video game movies. I also thought that unlike in most of the other Uwe Boll films, the actors here were actually trying and doing a pretty good job. Zack Ward as Postal is a likable main character, if only because he's the only person that acts somewhat like a normal human being when confronted with the rampant madness in this film. Finally, the film could have easily been racist, but Uwe Boll and Bryan C. Knight make a point to satirize pretty much every religious group and demographic out there. This is how you do offensive humor; by offending everyone in turn, including yourself. That shows genuine understanding of distasteful comedy and in turn, genuine intelligence. It finally shows some improvement for Uwe Boll's films and I have to tip my hat to that.Despite the praise I have for the movie, it's still not enough to recommend it. For every joke that works, there are far more that fall completely flat. It's more so that when a joke doesn't work it isn't merely unfunny, it lingers on the screen for way too long and usually comes back again to remind you how unfunny it was the first time you saw it. Don't confuse "unfunny" for offensive either. I'm talking about a scene where two characters that we've barely seen during the entirety of the film start talking to each other like this: "What? I thought you were retarded!" says gun totting Bimbo number 1. "No, I was pretending" says the other bimbo. No punch line there, just a bad exchange. Some of the other bad jokes are just really obvious and have been done before and better. I'm talking about the penis-shaped Krotchy dolls, the full-frontal male nudity accompanied with literal toilet humor, the gross hillbilly and fat wife jokes, that kind of humor. The films shows promise at the beginning, but as it goes along the plot gets needlessly complicated and the jokes less and less inspired.The best I can say about "Postal" is that it's more of a bad, leaning towards mediocre comedy than a truly abysmal film like say... "House of the Dead", "Alone in the Dark" or "In the Name of the King". Those are so bad they're nearly unwatchable. If I was held at gunpoint and had to choose one of Uwe Boll's films to watch I would still go with "BloodRayne" or "BloodRayne: The Third Reich" but this would be an OK third place. I can't quite recommend it, but I feel it is my duty to note that this is a step towards better filmmaking for Uwe Boll and I applaud anyone who is actually progressing. The people in the film did actually manage to get some laughs out of me so I wish them all the best. (On DVD, May 17, 2014)

I have never played the game Postal so my judgment is only on the merit of the movie. And it's truth to be told better than its reputation. The acting is if not good so at least fair. And the script is - for what it is - fairly tight.It could have been a pretty bad movie, had it not been so unpredictable (rape by a thousand monkeys..?). But instead of trying to follow and predict what was to happen next all I could do was relax the brain and accept whatever the director throw our way. In many ways a style that reminded me of The Naked Gun series or something from The Monty Python.Worth 92 minutes? Well, it's better than a lot of other movies, even if it's far from a masterpiece. It's OK I guess, so feel free to watch if you enjoy slightly weird pieces.

Uwe Boll clearly doesn't know how to make movies. Granted I'm no expert either but someone of his caliber should at least know how to hold the camera steady or get a tripod! This movie is not only a total failure but is outrageously offensive. I don't know how one is supposed to get a laugh out of a movie that outright adds a 9/11 vision into the film. That is a smack in the face to the nearly 3000 deaths that occurred that day and to loved ones of those deaths. To top it off, there's even a a guy playing as Osama Bin Laden, the guy that orchestrated the attacks. Seriously? Oh and then he has the nerve to include Nazis, the people that destroyed 6 million Jewish people. This is by far the worst comedy movie I have ever watched. It's on the same sick sense of humor as Tosh.0.