Boondock Saints II is a mediocre pop ballad made by a band you once liked.
The Saints have been hiding out in Ireland, forgetting their past, when someone calls them back to Boston by pumping their favorite priest full of lead. From there it is pretty much the same old song and dance.
The Saints get a decidedly non-Irish sidekick to help them out and be the comic relief while they aren't fighting, the same doofy cops bungle the case (albeit intentionally this time), and charismatic FBI special agent Eunice (think William DaFoe but hotter and with more boobs) is sent in and ends up helping out. The Saints once again take down the mafia even though all their TV and rope-based plans fall to bits, and the gun fights are done in slow-motion while Eunice walks around explaining what happened.
Can't decide if the movie was halfhearted or trying too hard, but either way it falls short. It's the same shtick but with cheaper parts.
To its credit, though, the gun fights are still entertaining, the dialogue is still filled with incredible accents and amusing cursing, and the icing on the cake is that the entire cast is back (even the cat that Rocco shot makes a cameo).
It should also be noted that Clifton Collins, Jr. does a good job of being the crazy-eyed, Mexican-and-proud sidekick to the Saints, and like I said, when the brothers aren't making you chuckle with "fuck"-filled arguments, he has the funny base covered.
It was entertaining, and if it didn't have to stand in the shadow of the first movie, it might have been good. I give it a 2.5 stars or maybe 3 if I am in the right mood.
Here's hoping the third one doesn't also lose the faith.
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