My immense joy at hearing there was actually going to be a sequel to Troy Duffy's The Boondock Saints
was immediately met with the shock of my life. While watching the trailer, the automatic check list is already ticking away the people that are crucial, nay, mandatory for this thing to float. Billy Connolly. Check. Norman Reedus. Check. Willem Dafoe? All right, he's not in but he's replaced by hottie Julie Benz, ok fine. Sean Patrick Flanery? Oh great, they replaced one of the fracking brothers. Just lovely! How in the hell...rant rant rantiness ensues before I finally realize that the unfamiliar face I see before me in SPF's place is actually the man himself.
What. The. Hell?
What happened? I know it's been ten years and, looking back, I think Boondock Saints
may have actually been the last time I saw him but come on! The man is barely recognizable. The most puzzling thing is that he looks fine. It's one thing if ten years takes a toll on you but in Flanery's case, that's not just it. He just looks completely different. It's as if I am witnessing a body snatching and am desperate for people to agree with me lest I go insane and start wearing a foil hat to keep the aliens from reading my thoughts. Help me out here!