Deplorable "The Boondock Saints" possesses one of the most despicable and putrid hearts of any movie I have ever seen. The film exalts the MacManus brothers as a couple of death angels, exempt from the laws of God they so mercilessly impose on others. Far from the truth, the brothers are sadistic and frightening, less human than the criminals and drug dealers they kill with staggering enjoyment. I find it truly horrific that people could actually believe these boys are doing the right thing, as if fulfilling some holy edict. In their quest to rid the world of evil, they reveal their own relentless bloodthirst and show themselves to be true avatars of evil - those that kill under the guise of goodness (like the Nazis). A film condemning these two would be fine but this film seems to wholeheartedly believe in their deluded divine right. Worse yet, the film is very poorly made. Except for Willem Dafoe's oddly fascinating turn in drag, the acting is uniformly one-note, the plot deficient, the dialogue leaden, the action scenes preposterous, the climax ineffectual and the directing stilted. The coup de grace of this immoral mess comes at the very end, where, after what seems like hours of die-hard nihilistic conviction, the director throws in a few interview scenes to muddle the message. He probably thought this was the perfect coda to elevate the story into a realm of public thought. Instead, these final scenes betray his disguise, and the entire film, as amateurish moral posturing.