The first BOONDOCK SAINTS was simply an okay/mediocre action b-movie that only had life to due to the scenery chewing of Willem Dafoe. The film also had more life given to it with a pretty ludicrous cult following on DVD. A sequel to the first would have been inevitable and lucrative but the only thing that should not have been included was the touch of the original creator and director Troy Duffy. Many of the faults of the first film rest entirely on his own hands and he should not be anywhere near the film industry again especially after the release of the documentary OVERNIGHT. However, his ego won over common sense.
THE BOONDOCK SAINTS II: ALL SAINT'S DAY is trash. A trash that has been resting in a dirty alleyway where passer-bys have regurgitated on and spilled their midnight drinks in. And because of the releasing of this film, this trash has slowly moved on a campaign around the country, infecting the masses intoxicated on stale popcorn and sugar rushes. This is an extreme way of stating that I hated this film, but considering how extreme Duffy wanted both in the film and its script, it's way too tame to describe.
Norman Reedus and Sean Patrick Flanery return in their roles, as the two assassins have chosen a life on peace in Stereotypical Ireland and also chose to wear the worst fake beards ever conceived. They learn that a hitman killed a Boston priest in their own special manner to provoke them out. After sailing back to America and picking up a new sidekick, they go after an Italian mafia group. Yes, they want to take vengeance on the hired gun but stupidly go after his possible benefactors first. Luckily, the dumb hitman forgets his mission as well and spends more time reflecting on his short stature. Get ready for a lot of scenes on his shortness, folks, if you make the bad decision to see this film now. Also, be prepared to see every shot have a fade in and out to black, the same now lamer crime recreations, more bad techno rock with gospel backing, and a terrible "grindhouse" scene.
No sense of reality is placed within this film and there is no suspense at all. Action films often have this lack of tension, but at least they try with some dangers for their main characters. At no point will you fear for the brothers' safety. And, if they are so good at not getting hurt, why do they have stupid complicated plans to always go ire? Once you get over the "god mode" device, you still have a juvenile, offensive action film with every actor performing their lines to reach the bleach theater seats. All the lines have either an expletive, a racial slur, or a gay joke in it. No one can speak or act in a simple straight manner, only in a hyper mode. I must have forgotten the three beat detectives from the first one, because their first scene made me hate them instantly. In fact, that can be said about all the characters, since all have to have an outrageous entrance into the picture.
With this film, Troy Duffy continues to amaze me with his ineptitude and misguided anger at the world. He lacks any semblance to filmmaking and writing, even if his films are not supposed to be art. His "entertainment for the average joe" direction is not good at all. Duffy wants myself to enjoy the death of Italian bad guys simply just cause he said they are bad with no show of it and because they aren't Irish. Even the original film had some reasons to hate its main antagonist. Duffy has not changed for the better. He, as OVERNIGHT has shown, is nothing more than a stupid hateful man.
FINAL REVIEW: 1 / 5
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