Ridiculous statement from Paul Perrymore

I have decided that 2010 is the year I Zen the f#(k out. I have implemented some basic changes in order to achieve the Zening the f#(k out. As part of the overall package I have decided to watch a movie a day for the next year.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Boondock Saints

This movie has always been kind of a specter. Something I've heard so much about, but never actually seen. It's almost an afterthought to "Overnight", a great about the douchebag director. The film itself is a total amateur hour. The leads are just not strong enough to carry a movie. There are a number of smaller parts that are clearly part of Troy Duffy's posse. They are uniformly bad performances. And the only real actor in the film, Willem Dafoe, is allowed to unravel before the cameras. Duffy seems to have no way to help actors through scenes. There are numerous faux-Tarantino scenes that are just painful to see. The story is also confusing and convulted. After a prologue that's probably 40 minutes long, it becomes a story about two brothers who accidentially stumble into the role of vigilante kilers of the Russian mob. They aren't really motivated to do this, but they jump in. There are some nicely orchestrated pieces of violence and mayhem (although in those moments the music was notably bad). But they aren't so specatular that they make up for the rest of the dreck.

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