Is there a crasser, more tasteless and deliberately offensive schlock merchant than Uwe Boll?
Probably not, judging by the German filmmaker's latest efforts which have aroused plenty of ire on the blogosphere.
Boll's Postal, billed as a comedy based on a popular videogame, was widely pilloried in 2008 for depicting two Islamic hijackers bickering about how many virgins are being set aside for them in heaven, suspecting they're being swindled, and diverting the plane to the Bahamas. Adding to the insult, Boll included a shot of a plane smashing into the World Trade Centre.
Now the Vancouver-based Boll seems to be plumbing new depths with two new films: Auschwitz, in which he plays a Nazi officer guarding a gas chamber at the infamous death camp; and Blubberella, which is said to feature the world's first female super-sized superhero, with the tagline, “She will kick major ass with her major ass.”
I've not seen any of Boll's movies, which he self-finances, and have no desire to after reading reviews and synopses and watching the trailer for Auschwitz which features revolting scenes of victims desperately banging the walls as they're about to be engulfed in flames.
Among his earlier works are Bloodrayne (which did well enough to result in a sequel), House of the Dead, Alone in the Dark, and In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale.
I guess there's a limited market for this crap: at least 11 of his titles have been released on DVD in Australia, but Auschwitz hasn't reached our shores yet and I hope it never does.
The prolific director who, remarkably, has a doctorate in literature, has few fans on the internet. “Everyone knows that Uwe Boll couldn't direct himself out of a tampon commercial, but somehow the man still winds up getting money to make movies, and lots of them,” observed Cinema Blend.
Screen Rant's Paul Young doesn't see anything funny in Blubberella, quoting a 2008 survey which found 74 per cent of America's population in 2008 was overweight, with half of those considered obese and 6 per cent extremely obese.
Commenting on that project, i09 declared, “Boll is doing what he does best — pathetically poking the masses hoping to generate an angry, free PR machine. But the honest-to-goodness truth is that this film will most likely be so wretched (both in theory and in execution) that hopefully it will just die out on its own, in development hell.”
Boll doesn't take kindly to criticism, challenging writers such as Entertainment Weekly's Clark Collis to get in a boxing ring with him. EW's bosses ordered Collis to decline on the grounds that having one of their staffers duke it out with “The World's Worst Director, and probably suffer a massive coronary in the process,” was beneath their dignity. In response, Boll called the writer a “pussy.” Nice.
Boll claims that in recent years he's focused on making realistic, political, fact-based movies such as Rampage, Stoic, Tunnel Rats and Max Schmeling.
He complained to one interviewer, “The Boll-haters slam every film I do, and normal journalists close their eyes and follow in their footsteps.”
Blubberella doesn't seem to meet your lofty criteria, Uwe.