Metacritic reviews

It's such an insanely fun ride that most of its flaws are forgivable.

A provocation first, an insult second, a publicity stunt third, and a film a distant fourth.

This anything-goes exercise isn't dull -- one just wishes the outrageousness were more consistently funny.

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.

What Boll gives us is a boring beating over the head.

At last: Uwe Boll has made his first intentionally funny film.

Manages to be as toothless as he (Boll) is tasteless. Poorly framed, tone-deaf, and nonsensical (yet still Boll's best!).

Infantile, irreverent and boorish to the max, Postal explodes with bad attitude and lousy filmmaking.

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.

Where Boll's movies were once amusingly atrocious, Postal is so aggressively tasteless and knowingly idiotic, there's just no fun to be had.