December 13th, 2006


You know what was another surprisingly good movie?

Boondock Saints.  I saw Overnight on DVD on an off night and I thought it was a mock-umentary.  Troy Duffy, the guy who wrote and directed Boondock Saints and who Overnight was about, came across as such a self-sabotaging pin-head of a loser, that even after I found out that Overnight was an actual documentary, I was not keen to see his film.  I assumed it sucked.  A lot of critics thought so when it was first released, but then I heard rumors (ooooo . . . rumors) of it becoming a cult classic so I had to see it, being a dyed-in-the-wool cult classicist and all.

And it is pretty good.  It moves right along.  It has to--they had no special effects budget.  I wonder how many mediocre movies would be really decent, entertaining films if somebody came along and took away the special effects budget--made them write a story and tell it or die?

Like some grade school teacher I saw once on the tube who was exhibiting surprisingly good work done by her first and second-grader's at the Guggenheim or somewhere.  She said the secret was knowing when to take the piece away from the child.  The student would take off freestyle and produce something interesting, but then just keep flailing at it till it was trite, overdone and, from a critic's point of view, ruined.  It is an interesting concept and raises the question of how many other situations in life this might be true of.  How many artists, craftsmen, musicians, authors, hell even engineers and politicians would turn out better work if they had some editor-type to take each piece away from them just as progress on it peaked, before they could over-guild and ruin it?

Anyway, Boondock Saints turned out alright.  It's a thoroughly watchable film without the long, dull plot interruptions you get with severely durated special effects sequences.

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OK.  Bed.  Now.  You're staying up solely because you're too lazy to get up and go in the bedroom.  Now.  Get up.  Go . . .