Saw Boondock Saints today. Good flick - on a scale from 1 to awesome, I give it an 8. Willem Dafoe has a supporting role as an FBI agent brought in to solve a murder in Boston. It made me think of what Anton Chekhov said: "If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. Otherwise don't put it there."
A corollary to that rule is: "If Willem Dafoe walks onto the screen in the first act, then in the following one shit is going to get full-bore crazy. Otherwise why did you hire him?"
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Boondock Saints is an odd movie.
It's got a very loyal cult following, especially amongst the frat-boy set.
I found myself yawning a lot.
Troy Duffy (the writer/director) is an interesting Hollywood story on how NOT to act after having one semi-successful movie. Or not.
It is a weird movie. I found myself wondering halfway through "Hey, how did these two random kids from Southie become the world's greatest assassins?" But then Dafoe started acting nuts again and I was distracted.
That Star Trek guy had a gun corollary?
"i just wanted to cuddle"
....
"faggot"
or at least i think that's how it went.
Ubie: He had both a gun theory and a nuclear wessel theory.
Scum: That's damn near letter perfect. Why a self-hating homosexual? Why the hell not?
wow, what a face.
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