Dear Troy Duffy:
Congratulations to you on the epic failure that was The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day!
Despite your success in the making of the original Saints film, I must say that I am not, in the least, surprised by the horrible piece of s**t that was the sequel. After viewing the eye-opening documentary Overnight which detailed your rise and dismal fall from the Hollywood spotlight, I was amazed that anyone would give you the time of day, let alone provide you with the capital and means to create a sequel. Although I enjoyed the first Saints, even I was not looking forward to the second film.
I think that the title of the sequel alone speaks volumes as to the quality of the film. Much like Michael Bay with Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, you must have felt that we required a colon-laden title with further explanation as to what we might expect in the film. Well, sir, much like Michael Bay, you made it quite clear that by adding more money to the film, we could expect more s**t and less plot. Thank you for clearing that up; I would have been quite confused if you had simply left the title as The Boondock Saints II.
Rather than discuss with you the myriad of problems and poor filmmaking that plagued this film, I will simply ask you not to make any further Saints films. (I want to save anyone who was remotely interested in buying a ticket from wasting two hours of their life.) On second thought, please do not make any movies at all. Given the overall rehashing of the first film in the second (poorly done, I might add), it has been made clear that either 1) your first film was either a complete fluke of talent, or 2) someone at The Weinstein Company completely overhauled your original script, turning it into something watchable. By copying and pasting the workable bits of the first Saints into the sequel, it was obvious that you had nothing left in your creative arsenal.
Mr. Duffy, you are nothing more than a sad, middle-aged, has-been who got the chance to rehash his one success of yesteryear to moviegoers, rather than the drunken townies at the local pub. You might have a warmer reception at Cheers; at least everyone will know your name.
Barbra J. Dillon