Stop Uwe Boll, this is your chance!

[[R-DEV]Stinger]

Ladies and Gentleman, we finally have a chance to rid the cinematic world of a cancer. Uwe Boll, the German director behind such horrid video game adaptations as House of the Dead, BloodRayne, Dungeon Siege and Postal, has recently admitted that he would retire from making movies if enough people want him to stop. When FearNet mentioned to Boll a petition online signed by 18,000 people requesting that he cease making films, Boll responded that “18,000 is not enough to convince me.” So how much would be enough?


Indeed, now we have a goal. All we need is 980,000 more signatures on this petition and we can rid the world of future Boll-directed/produced cinematic atrocities. as my friend Scott Weinberg on Cinematical points out, Tunnel Rats, Far Cry, Zombie Massacre and BloodRayne 3 are already in production. So we might not be able to stop those productions. Be we just might have the ability to prevent a BloodRayne 4 or House of the Dead 3. So sign now!

Sign in the link bellow:
Stop Dr. Uwe Boll Petition

[AOD_Morph]

signed...ugh to a far cry movie

[lonelyjew]

Fuck that. Have any of you guys seen House of the Dead? It's one of the funniest zombie movies I've ever seen. I'd say it gives Shawn of the Dead a run for it's money(although obviously Shawn of the Dead was actually meant to be funny).

[NYgurkha]

I hope he provides us with information as to how he finances his movies so people who need can use it.

/I say its Nazi gold.

[[R-MOD]Dylan]

#83,563.

[[R-DEV]Rhino]

whats the big deal behind this? If you dont like thous kinda movies dont watch them, simple?

[Polka]

Exactly, and I am still not sure who the **** this guy is lol

[NYgurkha]

the deal is that he snatches up the rights to produce movies for Games, which makes it impossible for other more accomplished directors to use them. Not only that, Uwe Boll has single handedly made video game movies synonymous with being bad.

[[R-DEV]bosco]

Signed!

[[R-MOD]dunehunter]

Rhino, think of the poor games. Late at night, while they're sleeping in their little beds, the door creaks open, and Uwe Boll creeps in with a grin on his face. Oh, the tears.