Honestly, this film looks like it'd be fun to watch on its own, which would make a riff that much better - the best riffs tend to come when the film is in "so bad it's good" territory.

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Lastly, Mother Hell, in the movie's most symbol-laden sequence, feels that time is slipping away too fast and seeks instant riches through the Georgia Lottery's Cash 3 game. She only plays her lucky numbers - 777 - at the local gas station. Writer-director Boyce perhaps tips his hand , Iraq-War-symbol-wise, too much here by having the aging populace seek its wealth at the gas pump; yet when the point hits home painfully. Mother Hell has directed her son Uuh!! to purchase the lottery ticket: utilizing the soldier for her own gain has turned her desire to something evil, and Uuh!! mistakenly plays 666.

And here, perhaps, is the key to the whole statement Boyce is making: the Army was never interested in recruiting the best people to send to war. Uuh!! Hell was poor and dishonest before 2003, and the Army has left him even worse off. The US government was eager to sacrifice those already in dire straits, those who possessed a vague sense of dissatisfaction with their station, those who would accept any promise. The United States government had preyed on its weakest citizens to advance its own greedy war against even weaker countries; it promised cheaper gas but only served to increase our reliance on it.

Uuh!! Hell's oft-repeated "Oh, you don't get the tape" tells us that he *has* learned something from the Army: turn the poor against each other and give them no means to review the "evidence"***** that started the fight in the first place.

*the name must be spoken aloud to be understood. A more "standard" transcription might be "aww hell" or "ugh, hell"; exasperation and dread are the intended feeling.

**"You go to war with the Army you have, not the Army you might want or wish to have at a later time." - Donald Rumsfeld, Dec. 8, 2004

***Mr. Hell tells his daughter "you should be finished with school by now", a sentiment surely shared by Americans who wondered why the war had continued years after "Mission Accomplished"

****(Though the budget limitations are no doubt why we do not get to meet the Hells' neighbors, their absence is not what conveys to the viewer that there is no longer a sense of community in Atlanta; if the Hells pooled their efforts at financial success, they would not be confounding each others' individual attempts.)

*****"I cannot tell you everything that we know, but what I can share with you, when combined with what all of us have learned over the years, is deeply troubling." - Colin Powell, Feb. 5, 2003

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Uuh!! Hell (aka Go Get a Job!) is a bleak look at an America spiritually ravaged after nearly a decade of war in Iraq.

The main "mystery" surrounding the titular character, Mr. Uuh!! Hell*, is whether he has always been a degenerate human being or if this is a recent development. His name is a bit of gallows humor: it is with this expression of disappointment and disgust that (almost) every other character greets him, implying that he was named after his mother's first words upon seeing him.

Yet the film suggests a halcyon time for the Hell clan prior to the war. Uuh!! is a widower and has a high-school aged (more on this in a bit) daughter. A casual viewer might see a contradiction here in terms of the genesis of Mr. Hell's decline, but every contradiction in the hands of a good filmmaker is a clue to a deeper meaning.

You see, Uuh!! Hell has just returned from war to his Atlanta home. The length of his tour of duty in (we may assume) the Army goes unmentioned, yet it has doubtless lasted years. However, upon his homecoming, Mr. Hell is overweight, astigmatic, has poor dental hygiene, slouches, and suffers from a skin condition caused (or exacerbated by) the dry Middle Eastern climate; moreover he has been discharged without matching top and bottom Army fatigues, much less the uniform a veteran soldier deserves.**

Mr. Hell understands that there is no resting on laurels, and that his first duty is to his daughter and elderly mother: his first stop in America is to the Atlanta Veterans Affairs office. He is brusquely informed that there are no jobs for him; lest the reader think that this is a mere continuation of post-WWII job discrimination, the staffperson at the VA is a black woman. There really are no jobs. Uuh!!, humble as ever, seeks out the lowliest position he can imagine: mechanic at an independently-run garage. He is turned down after it is obvious he cannot differentiate between the parts of an engine.

It is clear: the US Army has done nothing to benefit Mr. Hell either during his time in Iraq in terms of physical or skills training, and has no plans to assist him further.

Mr. Hell is surprised to find that his daughter--obviously already in her mid-20s--is still in high school and in need of supplies and clothing.*** Mother Hell, a spry woman aged somewhere between 65 and 100, hails from an era when hard work, determination, and mass protest did result in economic and social returns for the African-American community. Thus she constantly berates her son, mistaking depression for laziness.

Each of the Hell family make various attempts to better their situation. The daughter seeks to marry herself to an employable young man--in fact his hat tells us he works at Walgreen's--with disposable income and leisure time.

Uuh!! himself is forced into a life of petty crime in order to support his family. When visiting two of his old school friends, he finds each of them cheating on their wives with, variably, other married women or transvestite prostitutes. Uuh!!, always armed with his handheld camcorder, blackmails them (as well as his daughter's boyfriend****) by claiming that he has everything on tape. This allows him to afford clothes, food, and transportation--the same items any first-world nation should provide its veterans in return for their service.