Boll's rampant narcissistic showmanship creates such a bizarre, garish spectacle that it is almost tempting to give him credit for being something of a misunderstood artist after all. Almost, but not quite.
What are people saying?
What are critics saying?
This anything-goes exercise isn't dull -- one just wishes the outrageousness were more consistently funny.
New York Daily News by Elizabeth Weitzman
Where Boll's movies were once amusingly atrocious, Postal is so aggressively tasteless and knowingly idiotic, there's just no fun to be had.
At last: Uwe Boll has made his first intentionally funny film.
TV Guide Magazine by Maitland McDonagh
Postal's touches of wit are lost in the flying body parts, gross-out gags, and the full frontal spectacle of Foley's no-longer-private parts.
The New York Times by Nathan Lee
Infantile, irreverent and boorish to the max, Postal explodes with bad attitude and lousy filmmaking.
A provocation first, an insult second, a publicity stunt third, and a film a distant fourth.