The Mailman

Let me make this clear before i go any further: This is an awful Film.

It is terrible in every aspect. Poor acting (Excluding Rob Arbogast), The Story made no sense, And Gratuitous Nudity. All of these things together, Oddly enough, Saved it.

If it had been just a little bit better, It would be in that "Boring, Not worth watching" category.

The Movie itself is about a psychotic Mailman, and his mysterious relationship with a 20 year old Kid. None of the actors had any chemistry between them, Which made it even worse during certain scenes.

As it is, Its so bad, That its actually quite funny sometimes, Even when it doesn't mean to be.

Worth a watch.

I'm glad I gave a used DVD store money instead of actually paying these talentless imbeciles.

This is bad even considering I was intentionally trying to find a bad movie to see for the laugh factor. It was neither funny (intentional or accidentally) nor scary in the slightest (I assume this is a horror movie).

What really distracts the viewer of this cinematic turd is the production value. You can easily see that this movie was filmed by a Mini-DV camera. It's very, very hard to get into a movie that looks like it could have been shot by an 8-year-old with a $300 digital camcorder.

The acting ranges from the absolute dismal to mediocre. The actual Mailman himself is one of the most over-the-top actors I've seen. It's almost like he's self aware that he sucks as an actor and he knows he is in a bad movie and he tries to have a little fun with it. That does not make the movie better by any means though.

The plot is super thin. The only bad movie I can say comes close to being this dull is Tommy Wiseau's The Room. Being worse than that, plot wise, is quite the accomplishment.

If you enjoy the occasional bad movie, this is not for you. It's not enjoyable like the Ed Wood films, and there is no laugh factor you would get from the Troma movies. There is little to nothing redeemable from this crap whatsoever.

On another note, if you want to waste two hours of your life that you'll never get back, then see any of the 100 movies on IMDb's bottom 100 list. This movie might not be your ideal waste of time.

If this film becomes a cult classic in a decade or two, I will be very disappointed in humanity.

In the fall of 1986, Darius Foxx (Rob Arbogast) witnesses his mailman father kill his mother and her lover before shooting himself. Now as a budding psychopath, he takes over the old mailman's route to be closer to his brother, who's since been adopted. He plans to recruit the kid in on his games of opening other people's mail, practical jokes, & killing. His brother, finding out about his best friend dating his sister behind his back is eager to cut loose from his adoptive family.

This movie doesn't really make sense, the actions made by any of the character's in the film make less. Be it the sister who's eager to believe anything,the killer who lacks any true motivation, or the corrupt mayor who's plot line goes nowhere fast. However, that being said, it's still entertaining in a horribly idiotic, inept B-movie kind of way. I wasn't bored so I guess that has to count for something. But I make the bones about it, the films still horrid.

Eye Candy: Diana Kauffman, Danielle Petty & two extras get topless; meanwhile Ari Tinnen takes both a shower and a bath, but no real nudity (worst c-teases of recent memory)

My Grade: D

If you think about the distribution of movies on a bell curve, then the all-time greats are just as rare as the worst movies of all time! In this respect, it is better to be a HORRIBLE movie than it is to be a mediocre one.

But seriously, this is actually a great C-film to enjoy and to hate while sitting around and drinking beers with a bunch of friends.

In addition, the film seems remarkably surreal at points. The behavior of the characters, especially while "pursuaded" by the mailman make very little sense. It's the visual enactment of a "non sequitur." Throw in random breasts every ten minutes and you have the makings of a very strange movie.