I don’t know which one was stronger: the feeling that Boondock Saints didn’t need a sequel, or the feeling that Boondock Saints would never get a sequel. Either way, Boondock Saints is definitely the best kind of sacrilege, the kind that dispenses indiscriminate justice, so it’s hard to turn down more of it, but amplified. It’s actually been a long time since I’ve seen it, back when it was still vintage and new, and so I have no recollection if it was exactly like this. This being what you see below, the first five and a half minutes of the thing, the son of the beast, the sequel, straight from IGN. I still don’t know if it’s going to be any good, since they have to live up to a movie featuring an exploding cat, toilet weaponry, and Willem Dafoe’s strange and pathological performance. Boondock Saints might just be a film, whether for good or for bad, that can’t be replicated, not even by the man who created the entire original untamed cluster of an experience.