“We will fuck Queen Elizabeth,” he said during the filming of Postal, based on the video game. “We want to kill Chinese drivers over 50. We have Little Germany in the movie. There is a mini-concentration camp also. I think we make fun out of everything. This is the best approach.”
While Uwe wandered about half-heartedly watching rushes, various underlings were left to run the whole show. But he was perhaps allowed to feel a bit distracted, given that later on he was doing what we were really there to see: box his biggest Internet critics. Not as in show boxing, should such a thing exist, but actual boxing that ended in blood and medics.
The whole event was still a sham in another way, as the Internet ‘critics’ were nothing of the sort. Toronto’s Chris Alexander was about the only one who seemed to have done any critiqueing of Boll. This was perhaps why Uwe let him get to the second round. Variety intern Jeff Sneider also made it into a second round – and was rewarded with some oxygen and an overly-attentive medic for his trouble. And Chance Minter, a 17-year-old skulker from the American outback, was sent packing within one round. Although, if the memories of his terrifying mother are correct (like Allison Janney in Drop Dead Gorgeous but with less volume control), she could probably have made it through the fight.
