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Let’s talk about how The Boondock Saints blew my mind and instantly became one of my favorites ever. First of all, this movie is completely inane, senseless beyond all reasoning, you’re falling into plotholes all the time and hurting yourself in the process of your confusion, and Sean and Norman’s Irish accents come and go like the wind so initially I was like “JUST TRY AND CONVINCE ME THAT TWO BUTCHER BOYS END UP SWAGGERING ON THE WILLPOWER OF GOD, TRYNA GO ALL GUNGHO AND SHIT ON THE MOB WORLD LIKE A COUPLE OF GUNSLINGING BOSSES, JUST TRY”, but now I DON’T CARE. I don’t regret any of it. Because it’s just that fantastic, the characters, the pacing, the plotline, the transition. EVERYTHING is just so ridiculously brilliant and brilliantly ridiculous THAT I CAN’T TALK ABOUT IT WITHOUT MISSING IT. Which I do. Terribly.

And if my Caps Lock abuse won’t convince you, I don’t know what will.
I just don’t know.

Aaaaaaaand now I need to rewatch TBS.


(Source: hobbitin)

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