Review – The Boondock Saints

I don’t even know where to start. Unintelligible Irish hooligans (and they’re the heroes). Willem DaFoe in drag. Brutal, pointless slaying of a cat (by the heroes, no less). The list goes on and on. The director appears to have put a lot into his production. Sadly, all he seems to have to offer us is a bargain-basement Tarantino doing the revenge-on-mobsters plot Don Pendleton and Frank Castle wore out decades back. I guess maybe he thought re-working it as an ultra-violent caper movie would somehow make it less dull. Um, nope. Guess not. Only a brief appearance by Billy Connoly (as an Irish hit-man, for crying out loud) saves this stinker from the very bottom of the ratings heap. Wish I’d skipped it