Most studios and directors when they see a movie that big is coming out during a particular weekend usually shift things around so their own productions don't get thrown asunder in such a blockbuster's wake.
But one man, one crazy Teutonic dude is steering his rickety little ship made out of dried cow pats, celluloid and crack pipes straight into that supertanker.
Uwe Boll.
Yes, he plans on taking out a raging behemoth with his little spit gun, Postal... and apparently he believes his film, which he also appears in as a Nazi, will prevail that particular weekend. Yeah... that is really going to happen.
You and I know that Postal is going to be a bomb, but I don't think it is going to be so big that it sucks the entire industry down with it that May weekend. Then again, I've seen Alone in the Dark, so it is entirely possible that every screen showing his little over-the-top opus will spontaneously become a black hole and suck so much that the very fabric of pop culture is destroyed one thread at a time.
I mean, let's forget for a moment that tooth plaque makes a better film than Uwe Boll, and think about the counterprogramming argument here. Well, it just doesn't work... because the people who might consider going to the theater to see this particular action/comedy extravaganza are the same people who would be the core audience for Indiana Jones.
My guess, and it is really only a guess, is that they are pushing this movie in front of a bus to fulfill a contractual obligation. And what better time to do that than a weekend when it will get flattened.
And to me, that would please me more than anything... even if his failures are a sophisticated tax scam for German investors.
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