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Movie Review: The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day

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In my experience there are two kinds of people in this world: those who LOVE The Boondock Saints and those who have never heard of it. I fall squarely into the Love It category. In the neighborhood where I grew up and went to Catholic Church and high school, everyone and their mother loves it, too. My friend Joanne’s mom is one of the most conservative women you’ll meet, so we were all shocked and amused when she said that it was “Pretty fucking great,” articulating her opinion in the vernacular of The Saints.

The first movie was ripe with vulgar language, but for an understandable reason. If you find yourself or your friends killing bad guys in vigilante style, “holy schnike” doesn’t quite express the severity of the resulting emotions. The depth of the relationship between these two Irish brothers who find themselves on a mission from God to “Destroy all that which is evil so that which is good may flourish” somehow offsets the crassness of the original film. There are a number of scenes that just slay me, the pain and anguish on Connor’s face and blood running down his wrists as he rips a toilet he’s been handcuffed to from the floor to save his brother’s life… The time they’ve been shot and have to cauterize each others wounds with a scalding iron and no anesthesia... Scenes like that were so hard to watch, made it so easy to fall in love with The Saints, and are so absent from this latest movie.