The Boondock Saints was a late-’90s cocktail of Hong Kong mega-violence, fratty blue-collar Boston pride, and steroidal Catholicism. In the film, two brothers (one played by Young Indy himself, Sean Patrick Flanery) received a message from God to clean up Beantown’s criminal underworld. Slow-mo violence ensued, as the gun-toting brothers went all Charles Bronson on the Russian and Italian mobs (that’s multi-tasking!) The film had a very tiny limited theatrical release and disappeared beneath scathing reviews, but as so often happens with weird and wonderful blood-drenched action movies, a cult following developed. Ten years later, we have a sequel:
Like every guy who went to college this decade, I watched Boondock Saints about 50 times while hanging out in friends’ dorm rooms. I didn’t like it as much as some people. As a New Yorker, I hate Boston; and as a Catholic, I hate Catholics. But there was something enjoyable and, dare I say it, charming about the movie’s heightened mock-grandiosity. And it helped that the original Boondock had Willem Dafoe in a supporting role as a cross-dressing, riverdancing FBI agent. There is no Dafoe in the sequel, but we still have Billy Connolly as the Saints’ daddy.
Count me as cautiously excited for the Oct. 30 release; any film that has Judd Nelson as a Big Bad gets bonus points. What do you think, PopWatchers? Does the world feel a bit less empty now that The Boondock Saints is a franchise?