Boondock Saints was a terrible fucking movie!

That being said and out of the way the Desk brings you Boondock Saints 2: Sean Patrick Flanery is in need of money for crack. Honestly that guy looks like he has aged 40 years!


Now lets talk about why Boondock Saints Blows.
Why exactly would two Russian gangsters go into a semi-abandoned building, find their targets sleeping alone in a room, then take only one of them OUTSIDE INTO BROAD DAY LIGHT to be executed? It doesn't matter whether or not a person can rip a toilet off the floor OR jump off a 5-story building killing two "bad" people while not touching the third "good" person; any idiot could see that they would have just been killed there in the room, out of sight, with no witnesses. Furthermore, I believe Ivan or Igor (or whatever the cliched name used) said something along the lines of "...instead i'll let you watch me kill your brother." how is he supposed to watch him kill his brother if he takes him down four flights of stairs, then outside, while connor is still face-down in a toilet?

The whole six-gun/vs. machine gun debate is also moot in my book because if we (the audience) are to believe that the brothers can murder 9 people while dangling upside down from a string (a point of humor addressed in the dialogue, granted) are we to believe that the apparently “most F-ed up maniac” professional hitman would stand outside (again in BROAD DAYLIGHT) missing all three people corralled into a confined area, then those same THREE PEOPLE missing one single upright target? Flesh wounds? Is that it? It reminds me of every hokey space movie of lazer beams flying everywhere but at their target. [Also, why does an Irish hitman, (who -according to the self-righteous theoretical intention of wiping out evil men- would have been more likely to kill mobsters, not work for them) go by the Italian name of “Il Duche” (the duke/leader) used by Mussolini? An ascribe by the mob does not fit. It sounds like the writer couldn't think of any "cool" nicknames.]

For that matter, if the brothers go to kill the people in the billiard room (apparently the victims were getting ready to play their weekly poker game) my question is this: WHO THE F- plays poker with their friends at 3:30 in the afternoon? Isn’t the whole point of poker with your friends to go out, get drunk, and bust your friends’ balls until all hours of the night, then stumble out just as the sun is coming up? It was little points like these that maddened me, thinking I was suckered by one of my friends who told me this was a great movie. Was I watching the same film? Did I get the title wrong? Nope, even the teenaged girl at Best Buy who rang me up said “Oooo! Great movie!” Are you kidding me? You are all diseased.

I will leave you with some lines from Troy Duffy Himself.