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The Boondock Saints Review
Posted on January 25th, 2010 No commentsCompare Prices on The Boondock Saints
It seems like the only procedure anyone hears about this movie, its either from fanatic word of mouth or from seeing it sitting in Blockbusters. Thats a shame, because this first outing by director Troy Duffy is an extremely chilly film that deserves all the attention it can win.
Sean Patrick Flannery and Norman Reedus play two advantageous ole Irish Catholic boys in Boston, who one day catch sick of the corruption in the city and start a bloody crusade to wipe it out. Willem DaFoe plays the FBI agent hot on their move, who is torn between bringing the mysterious vigilantes to justice, or joining their crusade.
The film is, simply save, icy. Its one of the only movies that actually get going to church watch cold. Don’t be fooled by the description, however; this is not an action movie. Do not request blazing gun battles with crazy angles and MTV like editing. This is a film about morality, doing what one thinks is proper, and having codes of honour. It’s about all those things, and how conclude they may sometimes collect to walking the edge between expedient and imperfect.
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The two actors who play the Irish vigilantes are tremendous in their roles, playing the boys not as superheroes, but as regular joes with a tall chip on their shoulder. A nice twist in the film is DaFoe’s portrayel of the FBI agent, who also happens to be gratified. He plays him as a mountainous character without being tempted to dip into stereotypes. Huge job by the versatile actor.
This is definately a movie not to be missed. If you are fortunate to recognize this in your video store, pick it out and bask in.
It only takes a few minutes to contrivance a comparison between Troy Duffy’s “The Boondock Saints” and almost any Quentin Tarentino film. As I watched this breathtaking movie, I snickered to myself over realizing this shrimp fact. I figured few others would execute the connection. Boy, was I gross! It seems that anyone who has seen “Boondock Saints” immediately thinks of “Pulp Fiction” or “Reservoir Dogs.” Moreover, a lot of people do not like the notion of Duffy ripping off such a suitable American icon. Perhaps they have forgotten that Tarentino has based his entire career on borrowing or outright ripping off ideas from 1960s and 1970s cinema. I could care less whether Duffy imitated “Pulp Fiction” or whether he arrived at this opinion on his enjoy. Hollywood routinely begs, borrows, and steals in an pain to effect a buck. The current trend of remaking older films is only one aspect of this philosophy, so complaining about some filmmaker copying a specific style is a moot point. “The Boondock Saints” is an enormously arresting scheme to exhaust a couple of hours and, despite a few flaws, may effect a cult spot rivaling anything made by Quentin Tarentino. This is how it should be.
Connor and Murphy MacManus (Sean Patrick Flanery and Norman Reedus respectively) are two Irish brothers who employ their days drinking at the local pub and working in a local meatpacking plant. They don’t do distinguished with their free time outside of lounging around their filthy loft and hanging around with unbalanced people like their friend David Rocco, a minor criminal who longs to join the local branch of the mafia. Pains rears its frightening head when some Russian gangsters fade into the neighborhood and threaten to end down the neighborhood bar. After a fistfight leads to a couple of killings in an alley, the boys realize they may be in a place of distress with local law enforcement. Actually, they are in more distress than they realize at first when an FBI agent by the name of Paul Smecker arrives on the scene. The inept local cops stand around throwing out all sorts of strange, implausible theories about these corpses in the alleyway, but Smecker moves in and figures it all out in an enormously hilarious and ingenious intention. By slapping on some headphones pumping out classical music and prancing around the scene checking things out, Smecker tells the cops what happened, when it happened, and who probably did it. Certain enough, the MacManus boys sheepishly reach at the local cop shop, bloodied and bandaged from their tussle with the Russkies, and confess to the crime.
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Fortunately for Connor and Murphy, Agent Smecker takes a proper shine to these gregarious youngsters and releases them from jail. After all, the whole incident was merely a case of self-defense gone horribly bloody. But something peculiar happens to the MacManus brothers after this incident; they suddenly consider they receive a calling from God to rid the streets of criminals. Checking in at the local armory of the Irish Republican Army (this is Boston, after all) and arming themselves to the teeth, Connor and Murphy exhaust information gleaned from their encounter with the low-level mafia goons to stage a mission against the bosses of the Russian Mob. Other jobs soon follow, all apparently sanctioned and sanctified by the Almighty. The boys are so successful they soon way in the assistance of David Rocco, who, with his big knowledge of Boston’s underworld, provides a list of criminals who deserve to die. As the body count rises, Smecker comes closer to learning the identities of these homegrown vigilantes. The fact that the FBI agent undergoes a crisis of conscience over the crimes–he lickety-split realizes these murders are the work of citizens fed up with crime–leads him to secretly abet the men responsible for the killings. Throw in a bunch of Mafia thugs, adult film star Ron Jeremy as a doomed hoodlum, a vicious, mystical killer named “Il Duce” (played by Billy Connolly, calm atoning for “Head of the Class”), stylish gunplay, and an exploding cat and you have all the makings of this favorable movie.
“The Boondock Saints” is a film about vigilantism and whether that activity is ever justifiable, although that theme seems to go for most of the movie. The conclusion, too, ends up being honest a small too implausible, but getting there is a boatload of fun. The best things about Duffy’s film are the whipsaw lickety-split dialogue, the hilarious running gags, and Willem Dafoe as Agent Paul Smecker. Dafoe especially deserves accolades for his portrayal of a conflicted FBI agent whose sympathies eventually turn to the MacManus brothers. His procedure of solving crimes, especially the shootout between Il Duce and the two vigilantes, is not only brilliantly executed but a wonder to glimpse. Moreover, Smecker’s interactions with the local Irish cops provide endless opportunities for tall dialogue and hilarious jokes.
Regrettably, a bit of overacting at positive points of the film hasty annoys, as does the failure to provide anything more than lip service to vigilantism and how it pertains to our ultra violent world, but “The Boondock Saints” is so distinguished fun despite these flaws that you will hardly discover them. The DVD includes many extras, such as significant deleted scenes, a commentary by Troy Duffy, and a widescreen presentation. There’s even talk of an impending sequel, although the absence of the Willem Dafoe character, if the reports are correct, could cause distinguished problems. There is not any other arrangement to say it: if you have not seen “The Boondock Saints,” hasten, do not toddle, to the local video store and capture or rent a copy today.
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