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remindmeofthe) wrote2005-01-07 10:03 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2005-01-07 10:03 pm
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So a couple months ago, this documentary called Overnight came out. It's about the long process of getting one of my favourite movies, Boondock Saints, into production. Well, it was supposed to be about that. Instead, it ended up being about how the movie's creator, Troy Duffy, is such an egotistical asshole that he managed to all but destroy the project through sheer force of personality.
I was immediately intrigued when I first heard about it, and since it was such a small release, I assumed that it would not be coming to Maine and settled for reading all about it instead.
Then I found out yesterday that it finally made its way up to Maine (I should have known that The Movies on Exchange would pick it up; they specialize in documentaries and obscure releases). I had today off, so I went to go see it.
Obviously, with all the reading I'd done, I knew going in that I was going to see assholery at its finest. But I still was not prepared. There are not words. It was unfuckingreal.
And as a Boondocker, it was some weird shit to watch, too. Most people are just watching this movie about a guy who is so colossally full of himself and utterly clueless about human interaction that he ruins not only his own career, but those of the friends who came with him. I, on the other hand, am watching this astonishing behavior come from a man whom I admired not all that long ago. It was hardly a shattering experience - see above about knowing what I was walking into and looking forward to it - but it was a little unsettling. I kept on wanting to apologize for Boondock itself - "Please don't judge the movie by its creator!" I sincerely regret the fact that I used to post frequently on the official site boards, thus helping to make that tremendous ego even worse. (I used to doubt that Troy spent all that much time at the boards; I figured he just popped in once in a while a la Kevin Smith and the View Askew boards. Now I bet that he spends all his spare time there, because he's just that type.)
And I really, really wish that the lovely Boondock scriptbook that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
manderspander got me for Christmas a year or two ago was not signed. As the end credits to Overnight rolled, I remembered that I owned it, and that it bears not only Troy's signature but some inane comment about lobster (I live in Maine, so lobster jokes are all clever and stuff), and I was squicked out so bad by the thought of owning something that Troy Duffy had once handled that I had to do the Dance of Ew Ew Ew COOTIES. (Luckily, everyone else had left by then.) Maybe there's some sort of ritual purification I can perform when I get the book back from Dad's.
All this does go pretty far in explaining why Troy seems to think that there needs to be a sequel (called, I am not even kidding, Boondock II: All Saints' Day, like, shoot me now), which isn't the worst idea I've ever heard, but it's up there. Thank god that project doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Pleeeeeease let it stay that way.
Random aside: Also, Troy pings my gaydar something fierce. Seriously. Watch this movie and tell me I'm wrong. There's this scenes where he's going on about all the qualities the perfect woman would have, and I was like, "Yeah, don't forget the penis." Boy's in some serious denial. (This theory does put an amusing new spin on Smecker's behaviour in Boondock . . .)
To conclude on an up note: between his scenes in this and his recent appearance on The Daily Show, I have decided that I love Billy Connolly. He comes across as quite warm and personable and he just seems to like being around people. He's quite charming.
I was immediately intrigued when I first heard about it, and since it was such a small release, I assumed that it would not be coming to Maine and settled for reading all about it instead.
Then I found out yesterday that it finally made its way up to Maine (I should have known that The Movies on Exchange would pick it up; they specialize in documentaries and obscure releases). I had today off, so I went to go see it.
Obviously, with all the reading I'd done, I knew going in that I was going to see assholery at its finest. But I still was not prepared. There are not words. It was unfuckingreal.
And as a Boondocker, it was some weird shit to watch, too. Most people are just watching this movie about a guy who is so colossally full of himself and utterly clueless about human interaction that he ruins not only his own career, but those of the friends who came with him. I, on the other hand, am watching this astonishing behavior come from a man whom I admired not all that long ago. It was hardly a shattering experience - see above about knowing what I was walking into and looking forward to it - but it was a little unsettling. I kept on wanting to apologize for Boondock itself - "Please don't judge the movie by its creator!" I sincerely regret the fact that I used to post frequently on the official site boards, thus helping to make that tremendous ego even worse. (I used to doubt that Troy spent all that much time at the boards; I figured he just popped in once in a while a la Kevin Smith and the View Askew boards. Now I bet that he spends all his spare time there, because he's just that type.)
And I really, really wish that the lovely Boondock scriptbook that
manderspander got me for Christmas a year or two ago was not signed. As the end credits to Overnight rolled, I remembered that I owned it, and that it bears not only Troy's signature but some inane comment about lobster (I live in Maine, so lobster jokes are all clever and stuff), and I was squicked out so bad by the thought of owning something that Troy Duffy had once handled that I had to do the Dance of Ew Ew Ew COOTIES. (Luckily, everyone else had left by then.) Maybe there's some sort of ritual purification I can perform when I get the book back from Dad's.All this does go pretty far in explaining why Troy seems to think that there needs to be a sequel (called, I am not even kidding, Boondock II: All Saints' Day, like, shoot me now), which isn't the worst idea I've ever heard, but it's up there. Thank god that project doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Pleeeeeease let it stay that way.
Random aside: Also, Troy pings my gaydar something fierce. Seriously. Watch this movie and tell me I'm wrong. There's this scenes where he's going on about all the qualities the perfect woman would have, and I was like, "Yeah, don't forget the penis." Boy's in some serious denial. (This theory does put an amusing new spin on Smecker's behaviour in Boondock . . .)
To conclude on an up note: between his scenes in this and his recent appearance on The Daily Show, I have decided that I love Billy Connolly. He comes across as quite warm and personable and he just seems to like being around people. He's quite charming.
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I first saw Billy Connolly in an HBO special with Whoopie Goldberg.
If you ever have a chance to see this, defintely do so. It was some time in the early '90's I think. I used to have it on a video tape when I lived with my parents. It's been lost for years.