The Bondock Saints made it’s impact by word of mouth after it’s video release. Infact I only chose to start with this particular Norman Reedus film because of the fervour with which my firends who had seen it spoke about it. When they spoke about it though I noticed noone really mentioned what it was about All I was presented with was the fact that if I liked Norman Reedus I had to see this film.
Having since watched it three times I can understand why noone really told me what it was about because I’m still not entirely sure myself. At first I thought I didn’t get what was going on because I was drinking the first time I watched it but when I was still none the wiser after watching it perfectly sober I figured the problem wasn’t me.
The bare bones of it is that there are these two brothers, Connor & Murphy Macmanus, who after accidently killing two men from the Russian mafia decide it is their God given duty to rid Boston of it’s evil and corrupt. They’re not alone though as their friend Rocco, who is some sort of messenger/errand runner for different gangsters, wants to help. Naturally their violent actions do not go unnoticed and FBI agent Paul Smecker, played by Willem Dafoe, is working to end their reign of vigilante justice. Or is he?
Whilst I might still be sketchy on the plot it’s not a problem because honestly, this is not the kind of film one watches for the plot. This is the kind of film you watch because somebody makes you. After which you either love it or you question why you are friends with the person who made you watch it. Personally I loved it. I loved the music, the humour, the cinematogrpahy, the action, the performances and pretty much just everything about this film. Norman Reedus and Sean Patrick Flanery, who I discovered actually knew each other before coming together to work on this film, have a wonderful chemistry and dynamic that works brilliantly for the brothers. In fact my favourite part of the movie has to be their sibling interactions. Particularly the squabbles.
If I had to pick a fault, I would say it swears too much. You may wonder why admidst all the blood and violence I’d get hung up on the bad language, but it’s because I truly feel it detracts from the dialogue. There is an unnecessary amount of swearing and it adds to the clunkiness of the plot. When rewatching I found myself replaying chunks of dialogue trying to work out what was being said between the expletives. Despite that though the film is, in my opinion, fun. It’s something you have to see to appreciate but at the same time you musn’t try to take it seriously. That is the one way to guarantee missing the quintessential elements that make it a cult film beloved by it’s fans.