The saints are back for the indie sequel to their cult classic “The Boondock Saints.”
This installment, dubbed “All Saints Day,” was fortunate enough to bring back original writer and director Troy Duffy. Though his scripts can be pretty ridiculous at times, he has built a certain element in the story that probably would not be the same with any other director.
On hiatus back in the countryside of Ireland, the lads are called to duty after the execution of a well-known Boston Catholic priest is intentionally made to look like the “Saints’” work.
After shaving their ridiculously fake beards and hopping on a cargo ship to the states, the boys – and by boys I mean wrinkled, middle-aged men – meet with “Romeo,” a hardheaded Mexican with little-man syndrome who decides to team up with the duo and seemingly take over the role of poor “Rocco.”
The three detectives from the original film are back to help the saints under supervision from the protégé of “Agent Smecker’s” character, whose southern accent is almost as hilarious as her acting.
After the execution of “Papa Joe” at the end of the previous movie, the saints believe that his son, played by Judd Nelson, is the one responsible for framing them.
By the way, it’s very hard to take “Bender” from “The Breakfast Club” seriously as a mob boss. I half-expected him to walk out of every scene with his fist raised in the air while “Don’t You Forget About Me” played behind him.
Just like the original movie, everything has to go wrong, but the Saints still have to look like complete badasses while it happens. In a warehouse used for heroin production, the gang manages to fall out of a shipping crate from 30 feet in the air, but they still pop up unscathed with silenced-pistols blazing.
Remember the scene from the first film that took place in the room full of guns, knives and explosives? It is back and just as glorious as ever. The fact that themes from the previous film keep coming back is something that keeps fans happy, regardless of poor acting and writing.
Overall, the movie proved to be well worth my $6 matinee cost. I was a big fan of the first installment, and though the sequel started off slow, I definitely drove home ranting and raving to my friends about it.
Parts of it are funny, parts of it are sad, and it seems as if there is something for all audience types — except children. Nevermind that I brought my 14-year-old brother, because even he didn’t blink once throughout the 118 minutes. Skip that vampire sequel and go see go see this follow up film with guns, blood and executions.
Tyler Harbaugh can be reached at
tharbaugh@mail.csuchico.edu
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