Today, I went from woe to Whoa!
Ugh, to distract myself from my Granny's poor health, I decided to distract myself with an old classic, The Boondock Saints. Unfortunately, in doing so, I think I've discovered that I have a lower camp tolerance than I used to.
Three years ago, I first watched this and went "Hot guys! Guns! Witty dialogue! Willem Dafoe in drag!"
Now? I'm like, "An actual fucking evil laugh? Are you kidding me? Is that fucking Ron Jeremy??" Though I do love the shopping scene. And the soundtrack. And Willem Dafoe in drag. And the rampant gay in, like, every scene. Also, I have this weird suspicion that Kal Penn is the 'fag' who dares to cuddle.
I've still seen hotter men than Sean Patrick Flannery and Norman Reedus:
Oh, Fruity Rudy, how I love thee.
ETA: Thank God, I've gotten over my case of bitch. I really do love this movie and there is no way to convince me that Smecker doesn't have a whole harem of local cops in every city he goes to.
Three years ago, I first watched this and went "Hot guys! Guns! Witty dialogue! Willem Dafoe in drag!"
Now? I'm like, "An actual fucking evil laugh? Are you kidding me? Is that fucking Ron Jeremy??" Though I do love the shopping scene. And the soundtrack. And Willem Dafoe in drag. And the rampant gay in, like, every scene. Also, I have this weird suspicion that Kal Penn is the 'fag' who dares to cuddle.
I've still seen hotter men than Sean Patrick Flannery and Norman Reedus:
Oh, Fruity Rudy, how I love thee.
ETA: Thank God, I've gotten over my case of bitch. I really do love this movie and there is no way to convince me that Smecker doesn't have a whole harem of local cops in every city he goes to.