My recent research on the infamous genre/video-game film director Uwe Boll has raised some eyebrows, both professionally and personally. After all, am I not just a lowly East German film scholar, fighting “nobly” for a “lost” cinema? What the hell am I doing flirting with the worst director in the world, let alone evaluating his work on its own terms? Several people have asked me directly how I can be interested in a director whose slapdash aesthetic is modeled off the made-for-TV movie. The wheels of concern about me as a sane individual have started to turn. Boll has apparently become such a perfect “bad object” of cinema that one wonders why someone of intelligence would buy into his attention-getting schema.
Nevertheless, if you’re an intelligent person, you should see an Uwe Boll film. Here’s why: