Gerry Parkes, Doc from Fraggle Rock, passed away this past week. I’ve got a huge soft spot for that character and that show. Parkes’ death was the catalyst that finally got me to sit down and watch a movie that’s been on and off my radar for, apparently, about 15 years.
The Boondock Saints follows the story of two very Irish Catholic brothers, Young Indiana Powder and Daryl Dixon, who decide after narrowly escaping some Russian mobsters–and a divine epiphany–that they should start killing really bad guys. Willem Dafoe plays an FBI agent who specializes in Organized Crime. Dafoe becomes more and more frustrated at his inability to catch the assassins who seem to simultaneously be ridiculously lucky bungling oafs, and criminal mastermind vigilantes.
The movie walks a line between a mediocre action film on a tight budget that tries to be over-the-top, and a surprisingly good dark comedy. I think it works much better when viewed as the latter than the former.
So, usually when I haven’t blogged much over a week or two, it’s because I haven’t had much time to consume any media. This time, it’s because I haven’t happened to consume much media that I could write multiple paragraphs on. Seriously. I’ve watched several movies these past weeks… but even though I’ve really enjoyed, or even loved, them… I’ve just got nothing much to say about them. So I had to save ’em up… and it’s RGB time, bitches.