We've been telling people how we recently sat through "Boondock Saints II." Several of them countered with, "Have you seen 'Overnight' yet?" This making of "The Boondock Saints" documentary is glorious trainwreck. The camera starts rolling just after Boondock's writer-director-problem drinker, Troy Duffy, has inked a deal with Harvey Weinstein. He's the new Hollywood It Boy.
Unfortunately, Troy's also what we Bostonians like to call "Wicked Retahded." Plus, he's an asshole. At age 25, he sees himself as God's gift to media. He doesn't acknowledge his lucky break with Weinstein, and instead attributes it to his lifetime of hard work. Um... you're 25, Troy.
Worse than his epic ego is Troy's lack of appreciation for anybody else: his band, his family, his executive producer. He hoards money from them. The verbal insults fly out of him like a guest on Jerry Springer. It's fascinating... you find yourself disgusted but unable to look away. Troy screams and insults until finally all his bridges burn. The movie loses its funding. The band gets dropped from its record label. Call it schadenfreude, perhaps, but this is a deeply satisfying conclusion.
Thank God the cameras just happened to be rolling this whole time. They even managed to capture Troy Duffy's recreation of the "I am a Golden God" pool dive from the roof. We can think of few films with such a dislikable and ridiculous protagonist; we can't think of any that are actual documentaries. Well done, EPK guys (or whatever purpose you started making this for).
Final Score = B
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