There’s just so much gold here, that I’m just going to let the story literally speak for itself. But first, some back story of what exactly I am talking about. The short version: Chris Kohler from Wired went to a screening of Uwe Boll’s videogame-inspired Postal. He didn’t like it. He said publicly he didn’t like it. Look at the ensuing barrage of idiocy that followed.
I certainly didn’t see this coming! Wired’s Chris Kohler has a blog up describing how bad the Postal movie is, and I must say I’m shocked and amazed.
Boll seems out to shock his audience into stunned disbelief rather than actually entertain them. Early in the movie, we get a long, leisurely shot of a fully nude Foley scratching his reproductive organs. I don’t want to sound like I personally was offended or shocked by anything. In fact, the only time I laughed was during the movie’s opening sequence, a comedy skit in the cockpit of one of the September 11 airplanes (they’re fighting over the number of virgins they get in Paradise). It was legitimately well-paced and funny. But it was followed by 90 minutes of flat jokes.
Uwe Boll is in the news again — actually, he’s being sued by the news.
That is, if you can call the New York Post “news.” It seems that after some back and forth between the paper and Boll, Boll launched a couple of parody Post sites promoting his new movie, POSTAL.
The New York Postal sites didn’t go over well with Rupert Murdoch’s employees, so Boll and the paper are going to court.
In a statement, Boll said:
The New York Post’s attempt to slander my character and my movie POSTAL by stating that the movie mocks and makes fun out of September 11 victims is entirely incorrect and false. Their approach to writing this article was totally unethical. In fact, during their research for the article, The New York Post had to replace the three journalists who choose to support my concept. The publisher chose to censor these journalists and had Jill Culora write the article without even conducting an interview with me to explain what the movie is about.
I suppose no press is bad press, right?
