starring Sean Patrick Flanery, Norman Reedus
I’m a huge fan of the original Boondock Saintsmovie. It’s one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. But, Hollywood being Hollywood, nothing that great can’t go without a crap-ass sequel. Here you go.
Even amongst bad sequels, though, this one is beyond horrible. The idea behind it was probably pretty good on paper, fleshing out some characters or whatever, but it translated into a worse than shitty film.
The general idea is that the two brothers’ and their father have gone back to Ireland and settled down on a sheep farm. Then the father’s history comes back to haunt them and, of course, they resume their roles in Boston.
A lot of attempted twists are thrown in and some obvious strings left untied for potential sequels later. Mostly, though, the story is chaotic, lame, and full of badly-conceived ripoffs of the original.
First, they try for the comic relief with a Mexican who makes a lot of stupid cliche jokes. The brothers themselves were funny enough, I don’t know why they had to throw this La Raza (literally, that’s his character) into the thing. I guess they thought there were too many white people in the script.
Next is the FBI investigator chick. She’s a blatant ripoff of the cross-dressing original (who, SPOILER, shows up later despite being dead). And not a very good ripoff either. Of course, she’s on the boy’s side almost from the get-go, as are the cops portrayed in the flick.
Overall, it’s an unbelievable, marginally-acted, crappy attempted remake of the original movie’s greatness. It’s like replacing Mr T with some Ultimate Fighting guy and pretending it’s the same. It ain’t.
Bottom line: this movie S U C K S.