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[Review] Uwe Boll’s Surprising ‘Rampage’!
“It’s not 100% coherent, and the acting can be painful at times (with the exception of Brendan Fletcher, OMG), but in the end Dr. Uwe Boll has delivered a film that I can finally recommend. While it might not sit well with every viewer, most of you might actually enjoy this.“
I had given up on Uwe Boll. I had taken the name and put it on my dusty shelf along with all of my bags filled with laughter. The joke was old. For all said purposes, he was dead to Bloody Disgusting and completely removed from the site. Anything announced was ignored, and anything resembling a Boll film was castrated from the horror community.
So there I was at the AFM talking to some chaps here and there about what films were hot, and which were not. In one of my colleague’s breath he uttered the title Rampage. “What’s that?” I asked. “An Uwe Boll movie…no, no, no…a good Uwe Boll movie,” he replied. Get the f*ck out of here. I looked to the sky and there were no pigs to be seen. I looked around the hall and no fat women were pelting out tunes. I sat and pondered this for a minute. “I’ll do it,” I exclaimed aloud pumping my fist into the air. I felt like a superhero taking on the genres top supervillain. “I will win once again,” I thought.
Flash forward to the screening. I was actually kinda excited to see what all the fuss is about. Within just minutes, it was like night and day. Who the hell really filmed this movie? There’s just no way Boll shot this. I’m used to the over-exposed, blown out, 80’s look of his films. Rampage is stylish from the cinematography straight down to his handheld camerawork. Boll, know to be “inspired” by other’s work, has obviously taken cues from films like Cloverfield and MI:3.
Again, in sole Boll fashion, it also appears that there wasn’t much of a script as Matt Frewer (Max Headroom!), Lynda Boyd and Brendan Fletcher improv around a breakfast table. While some of it comes off as cute, a hefty portion is sheer agitating (Boyd just couldn’t handle this assignment). Thankfully, these segments are far and few between, and most of the film follows Fletcher on his mission of self-indulgence and annihilation.
In the film Fletcher plays Bill Williamson, a teen stuck in a rut. He’s an out of high school mechanic and living an unsatisfying life. His best friend is an activist and openly protests the government and world we live in. They don’t see eye-to-eye and Bill is sick of “all talk and no do.” He’s an angry young man disgusting by “things”, yet he understands that money makes the world go round. He takes it upon himself to send a message, while achieving the ultimate goal of financial gain. It’s the American dream, right?
Boll tensely shoots Fletcher working up to his methodically ploy, while editing in short sequences of the violence to come. It’s no secret as the viewer knows exactly what’s coming, and watching Bill workout, purchase guns, and construct armor is incredibly stressful. He’s about to go f*cking balls out ballistic (or can we say Bollistic?).
Now this is the part I find incredibly interesting. Bill goes bat sh*t crazy. He blows up a police station and them embarks on a massive killing spree at a small local outdoor plaza. First, only someone like Uwe Boll would have the balls to shoot a sequence this violent in a big budget movie. It’s obviously something that could scare away buyers and big studios from ever releasing the film. Second, I really want to commend Boll on his use of violence. If you’ve seen his horrific Seed, Boll goes out of his way to punish the viewer. The flick opens with animals being tortured and within the first 15 minutes a baby is slammed against a pole in a bus. What I learned from Seed is that Boll is trying wayyyyy too hard to shock his audience. While in a film like Rampage Fletcher’s character could have easily splattered his victim’s brains against the wall, he doesn’t. In fact, there’s a scene where Bill walks into a bingo hall for old folk, and while I expected an onslaught of dentures, it actually ends up being quite a charming moment.
Boll is learning and he’s evolving as a filmmaker. Once stubborn (refusing to accept any blame) and always angry with the press, it’s almost as if the German Ed Wood has taken a deep look into the mirror, reflected on his films, and made a turn for the better.
While Boll’s message can be slightly confusing and/or construed differently by each viewer, Rampage is a controversial film that’s not only relevant to our bleak times, but also politically daring. It’s not 100% coherent, and the acting can be painful at times (with the exception of Brendan Fletcher, OMG), but in the end Dr. Uwe Boll has delivered a film that I can finally recommend. While it might not sit well with every viewer, most of you might actually enjoy this.
Editorials
André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies
In this day and age, the word “troll” is often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.
It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shouts “troll” at the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.
For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.
The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.
As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?
Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.
Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.
There is always a small risk whenever using the term “mockumentary” to describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.
In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.
Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.
Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we call “found footage“.

A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.

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