I'm not sure this film's plot merits a synopsis. Actually, scratch that, I'm actually sure this film's plot doesn't merit a synopsis. Suffice it to say that its efforts to satirise the Branch Davidians, the Taliban, and modern consumerism through the lens of a penis-shaped kids' toy are ... well, exactly as stupid and asinine as it sounds like it would, particularly when paired with the words "An Uwe Boll film".
Because yes, this is another of the German director's video game movie adaptations, and it's about on par with the rest of its ill-starred brethren (with the solitary exception of the gloriously awful House of the Dead). In other words, it's thick-headed, clumsily plotted, and lazy. Not that House of the Dead wasn't those things too, mind you, but at least it had a kind of earnest incompetence that made it memorably so, and gave it a weird kind of charm. Well, to me, anyway.
Everything else Boll has done has failed to achieve anything memorable at all, except maybe in making you scratch your head over why so many adequately talented actors agree to be in them.
This is a bad film without any charm of any kind.
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