It’s somewhat surprising how slowly I came to embrace several of the movies on what I’d deem my All Time list. Two in particular stand out.
I saw The Big Lebowski in the theatre. I wasn’t impressed. Had no idea what the story was about and, for whatever reason, didn’t groove on the dialogue and general weirdness. Maybe I just wasn’t a weird enough dude myself at the time. Years later, after hearing so much about it, I sat down and watched it again and fell in love.
The Boondock Saints was a little different. I’d never heard of the film until I saw the MacManus Family Prayer on my friend’s website. Seemed like my kind of vengeance. I think I picked the flick up for $5 at Wal*Mart and fell in love.
So I went to see the second Boondock Saints, ten years delayed. I suspect there’s a story there.
It’s the same damned movie. The only thing that’s different is that the FBI agent is incongruously dressed in Wild West gear during the gunfight/flashback scene. And there’s a Mexican without any obvious Mexican accent.
None of this detracts from the greatness of the movie. And it’s an interesting thing to note that if you have a good enough story you can make the same film, separated by ten years, and strike gold twice.