If you’ve never had the chance to sample the work of Uwe Boll (“Blubberella,” “Auschwitz”), this is an opportunity to tap into the “so-bad-it’s-god-awful” genre of which Boll is king. His latest, “Assault on Wall Street,” makes the Occupy guys look tame to the point of comatose. Instead of protesting, what they could have done is to take this movie’s cue and start machine gunning away at all the greedy, conniving investment bankers who took what they could get and left millions of people on food stamps.
|Rating||out of 5|
|Opens||Opens Dec. 21, 2013|
|Date Reviewed||Dec 19, 2013|
Jim (Dominic Purcell) was in the U.S. Army before becoming a Wall Street security guard, pulling double shifts to pay for cancer treatment for his wife, Rosie (Erin Karpluk). When the economy crashes and he loses his job, Jim decides to take revenge on the bloodsucking Wall Street suits who caused it. And prime in the sights of his Taliban-grade arsenal is financial bigwig Jeremy Stancroft (John Heard), who, in spite of the gazillion dollars he’s accumulated, seems to be nursing a personal grudge against Jim.
Anyone who had ever felt the increasingly yucky global economy encroaching upon their wallet will root for the film: It functions like a consolation blanket for the 99 percent. Boll may have found his niche: poverty porn, where the jobless and vengeful get to spit on financiers in $10,000 suits. Yay.