But after six years, Boll has released his finest film. Yes, it is another video game adaptation of an 11-year-old first-person shooter—technically of its sequel—about a guy who simply gives up on society and begins a kamikaze attack on the stereotypes he’s been forced to live with. And why is it so good?



Because it is a gigantic “fuck you,” like a 99-minute version of Monty Brogan’s ode to New York in The 25th Hour. Boll’s Postal has largely been seen solely by critics and scant film festival attendees desperate to see how they can eviscerate Herr Doktor further.

"Are you fucking serious?" Postal review at The House Next Door.