Once one has identified the obvious downward trend in the usage of film as an artistic medium - which, in and of itself, is already an highly questionable label for film - with its paper-thin narratives, reactionary social messaging, testosterone-dripping tone/style, and, last but not least, editing that would lead even the most hyperactive ADHD sufferer to convulse like Dostoyevsky’s Idiot, one is left to surmise firstly that there is truly nothing new under the sun, and secondly that everything that remains has been burnt to a crisp eons ago.
Therefore, YHC feels that it is within his realm to pass judgment on any film regardless of the fact that he has not had the “pleasure” of witnessing it since he has already seen it.
This leads us to the posit itself. What is YHC’s review of Boondock Saints II: All Saints’ Day?
It f---ing sucks.