151 Proof Hangover: Postal Review
[After creating and then testing the drinking rules, Swan and Penguin recap their adventures with the movie. Offering their thoughts on the quality of the film itself, as well as how the drinking rules held up, and if worth using.]
After visiting a few of his movie, Swan and I finally came face to face with the man, Uwe Boll, in this week’s film. But aside from an extended cameo from the director, does Postal have more to offer?
Movie – 2.5
Swan – 2
If you see this movie you will see Dave Foley’s penis. While he poops. You should know that before I go any farther. You can stop reading now if you wish.
This movie started out with a surprisingly funny scene and continued to look promising for the next 20 or so minutes. Then I don’t know what happened exactly. It just kind of lost itself trying to be offensive for the sake of being offensive but losing any humor that it had. I don’t remember much, I know Verne Troyer got raped by monkeys, Osama Bin Laden and George Bush were bros and in love. There was a threesome with a fat chick which ended in lots of literal explosions. Just a mess. No watchey.
Penguin – 3
This movie starts off with so much potential. Yes, it got me to laugh at a suicide bomber joke, and it had this sick sense of humor.
The problem is once the film had to deliver on an actual plot and characters, it just falls apart quickly and never recovers. By the end, I wasn’t quite sure what I was watching and why. It was just weird.
Drinking – 5.5
Swan – 6
I don’t remember much about the drinking in this movie other than the fact that I called in Rubber Nipples near the end and I woke up in fucking hell the next morning. So I guess it got the job done. Definitely a good movie to drink to, actually recommended to drink to get through it. Every rule was a success!
Penguin – 5
The rules worked for the most part. Surprisingly enough, the rule I was most against, ended up being the one that kicked our arse the most. Yeah, they say “Jihad” and “allah” a lot in this film. The symbols rule was a bit vague and was hard to call so just used our judgement for that. But there is enough drinking to be done here that you don’t need to adhere strictly to any one rule to have a good time.
Postal started off strong, and is probably still the best Uwe Boll film we’ve seen, but it doesn’t hold up until the credits roll. On the other side, it is enjoyable enough while drinking to kind of recommend if you want to check it out.
Rampage was a much better Uwe Boll film. Don’t lump me into your cinematic ignorance