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Boondock Saints: excellent style, shitty peripheral characters. I know, fellows, let's remind the audience that the detective is gay by making him pull a flamboyant stunt every twenty minutes, then dress up as a WOMAN and KICKING ASS! Woo!
To its credit, the psychology of the two brothers was really well done. To its discredit, you are not allowed to not give your film an ending. Maybe the scriptwriters missed that memo.
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