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.
I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong with me. There are dozens, possibly dozens of dozens–which I guess would be grosses–of movies I haven’t seen, but have access to. I’ve been really interested in watching Looper, Equilibrium, and I don’t even know how many other titles lately. But did I watch any of them? Nope.
Instead of popping in the copies of those movies into my Blu-Ray player, I chose to stay at the computer, and run through Netflix’s streaming offering for the first time in a few weeks. I saw a bunch of movies I’ve been interested in, and a few series, including the exclusive House of Cards series… but did I watch any of them? Nope.
Because there’s something wrong with me, I’m telling you. In the recently added section, staring me in the face was Mongolian Death Worm. I’d never heard of it. We don’t get SyFy ’round these parts. But since there’s something fundamentally wrong with the way my brain fires, I overlooked over a dozen movies, and a dozen shows I’ve been waiting and wanting to watch… and I put on Mongolian Fucking Death Worm.
I went into this movie with three expectations:
It would be hilariously bad.
It would look hilariously like shit.
It would be an unabashed rip off of Tremors.
I was right about one thing. It’s an unabashed rip off of Tremors.