Troy Duffy returns to the streets of Boston with a sequel to his 1999 cult hit despite such a follow-up being both unnecessary and unwarranted. And in the places that many found acceptably over the top and gratuitously stylish are hinted at and returned to unsubtly and ineffectively. I have not found a reason for the widespread appeal, at least for the target demographic, of the first film because I do not share the enthusiasm. Regardless, it is obvious with this film that many of the marks set by the first are erroneously duplicated to banal result and its presence more taints than supports its predecessor.
A copycat killer emerges thirsty for blood in Boston church and commits a crime with intended effect of rousting the Saints out of hiding in the Irish countryside where they are camouflaged in years of uncharted facial hair growth. The plan inevitably works as they arrive stateside to clear their name, commit some more gratuitous violence, and take on a misplaced and annoying-as-can-be sidekick whilst evading the FBI and law enforcement alike. The supporting cast of cheesy cops is so sophomorically written and pathetically conceived that it is difficult to decide whether dialogue or delivery is worse. It is matters not, however, as either way their placement is surely and clearly aimed but poorly and inaccurately fired.
