(Prayin’/and shootin’/and drinkin’/and prayin’…)
I feel bad that I always piss off half the people that read this when I rip on Boondock Saints, but the sad truth of the matter is that movie chugs cornhole lint. The sequel is out this weekend (you can see the first five minutes of it here), and that means the first reviews are starting to hit the web. Yay, time to pile on!
This comes across less like “Taxi Driver,” and more like what Travis Bickle might have made if someone gave him a camera. It can be ugly. There’s a vaguely racist subtext to the films, with derogatory phrases used for blacks in the first installment and for Hispanics in the second. Cloaking vigilante justice (not to mention casual racism and homophobia) in religion eventually turns “Boondock Saints” from merely a bad movie to a distasteful one. -Jake Coyle for the AP
Connor, Murphy and their affectionately dubbed “greasy spic” kill wops with the help of Special Agent Bloom (Julie Benz). Together, they aim to settle a score that goes back to the “Saints”’ father (Billy Connolly), who made the mistake of trusting an Eye-talian (Peter Fonda, no less). But seriously, in case you missed the part where Murphy says—in Spanish no less—that Romeo is “with us,” never fear: beaners are all right in the boys’ book. -NY Press
The Boston Phoenix‘s review begins and ends with the same line: This is bullsh-t.