Uwe Boll. A man with no talent for filmmaking, a massive ego and zero tolerance for criticism has created something of an anomaly in his long list of sub-juvenile standard “films.” It is a mindless, angry, thing full of brutal action wrapped up in a story that badly botches the half-baked message that it is trying to convey.
You know how blood is apparently thicker than water? Well a sheet of paper is thicker than the weak and convoluted mess that occasionally bobs to the surface of the bland and unoriginal script. Almost the entire run time of the film focuses on the protagonist randomly killing people because apparently overpopulation is destroying the world. Really? People are so blind to overpopulation that the director thinks that he needs to point it out to everyone? You know this film is crazy and uncomfortable enough as it is without Uwe Boll acting even more pretentious than he usually is. Had the story been stronger and more carefully thought out the action would have been even better than it is.
You have to wonder what the budget for this film was exactly because it has zero visual sparkle and uses an excessive amount of blood. Then again considering the director’s reputation for using effects that Adobe Flash could beat it probably wouldn’t have mattered that much what the budget was. The somewhat impressive explosions are let down by the fact that there is almost nothing in this film that is worth mentioning in terms of visuals. The blood effects are not only excessive, but kind of unpleasant to look at and I don’t mean that in a good way. Everything about this film is a bit unpleasant so is it really a shock that the effects look as cheap as the stuff you would find in a party shop?
One of the trademarks of any film by Uwe Boll is that the acting is just terrible. Here, it is not terrible it just falls short of being half-decent. Brendan Fletcher gives an uninspired performance as the mentally unstable and awkwardly cool protagonist, Bill. It is really quite difficult to feel sympathy for this guy when all he does for the majority of the film is shoot people and blow stuff up with a rather blank look on his face. If he had some extra character development it would have been possible to care what happens to him because he is a strong character. The only reason I found to root for him was because if he died then there couldn’t be any more wild and slightly repetitive action. The supporting cast don’t do very well either because they are pretty much lost in the mess of unfocused plot which can barely be seen under the thick layer of senseless murder.
This is about as good a film as you can hope for from the infamous director. Brutal, sadistic, and straight up disturbing Rampage is tough to watch, but easy to like. It fails at telling a decent story and compensates by delivering more action than necessary. Just don’t put too much stock in Uwe Boll’s ability to make films.