Drunk Poetry, and why I think The Boondocks Saints is an awesome movie

Hey everybody, there's something I got to tell you.

I'm sorry I haven't posted anything interesting in a little while, but you would understand when you look like this:



Notice the 6-pack sitting on the cabinet behind me, as well as my incredibly beautiful appearance.

Anyway, that six-pack helped me write something that comes off more the like the gospel of a madman, but it ended up being kind of cool. At least I have SOME intelligence when I get fucked up beyond all comprehension.

So here's 'Oh Friends All Mighty':

Oh Friends all mighty,

May they reign eternal, may they shine a light on situations one thinks lost

May they understand the pain of those who set forth upon thine dangers

The beast continues to reign supreme

And yet pain and suffering do not cease to be

The anger that dwells in the followers of one who believes he is doomed for an eternity

Of Damnation and Forsaken desires

Let breathe to the, the oppressor of all that is understated

The one who giveth the light onto thine place

For I am the beast

The ruler of the darkness, the guardian of the light

The forebearer of those who come before me

The receiver of wisdom in a land forsaken by those who wish nothing

But to prove themselves worthy

The lost chapters of Oblivion bring the dawning of a new light

Blessed shall be the ones who listen when all is lost

When the keys to the kingdom of man have fallen

I will be the people’s hand

The one who seeks to resolve the major problems of the world

That is what one hopes, but may never be

For I am the beast, the one who carries the burdens

Of those deemed worthy by his standards

I am the sacrilege by which all stands

And the beginner of the new way

One can dream.

So I don't know why the hell I wrote this, but I'm pretty sure it's Pulitzer Prize worthy. Maybe.

I've never seen The Boondock Saints before last night. Well I've seen it in parts, but I've never watched it all the way through without stopping before. Every time I manage to get to the middle, I get cut off due to some issue. One time, I was watching it on TV, edited of course, and then I had to go to an appointment just as it was getting to the entrance of Willem Dafoe, Who STEALS the fucking film by the way. The Second time, I was watching it at a friend's house, and the air conditioning broke down, so I had to leave while some dude was repairing it.

Last night, I finally got to see what everyone was talking about, and boy was it awesome.

First off, the concept of Holy Irish Assassins is just brilliant. Why the hell didn't people think of this shit sooner??? Second, the dialogue and the action sequences are cut so that because you're viewing it after and during the time it was taking place puts you in the moment with the characters. Next, we have Willem Dafoe, who is already an awesome actor to begin with, but he just goes into overdrive the whole time. It might be one of, if not his best performance in any movie he's been in. Finally, the cinematography and the way it was shot is excellent, considering it was probably on a very minimal budget, and sometimes you can't understand what the fuck they're saying onscreen.

Overall, it's a must watch for anyone who love quirky action, Tarantino-esque cuts, in your face thrills, and colorful language.

That's all for now. I hope y'all are having a happy easter, you pagans!

- H