POSTAL bathes in political incorrectness with childlike delight, aiming to offend anyone and everyone equally and (mostly) hitting every target. With POSTAL, Boll has crafted his own CITIZEN KANE ("CITIZEN BOLL?"), and it will surely be one of the most talked about films of the fall, and live on as a true cult classic.

The story is basic in its plot, but allows for our hero, "Postal Dude" (played with perfectly timed comic energy by TITUS’s Zach Ward, the film's real secret weapon) to stroll through the decaying American Dream and expose our culture as the jaded, religion- obsessed consumerists we truly are. Sometimes only an outsider like Verhoeven, or Paul Greengrass with UNITED 93, could hold a mirror up to the American society so objectively (and what PURSUIT OF HAPPYNESS faltered on), and Boll does it with manic glee.

Postal Dude is your basic trailer-trash-with-a-dream archetype, recently laid off and despising life, searching for the big score to pull himself out of the dregs of the town of "Paradise" and away from his grossly obese wife. P.D. seeks the advice of his Uncle Dave (THE KIDS IN THE HALL's Dave Foley), a con-artist-turned-Cult Leader, and the two concoct a get rich (and laid) quick scheme that happens to overlap with the Taliban's plan to dominate the US on it's own turf, starting with "Paradise".