It took 10 years, but writer/director/Hollywood miscreant Troy Duffy finally gets his second chance with this sequel to his box-office-flop-turned-home-video-cult-hit. Was the wait worth it? Assuming you actually were waiting: sure. Fans of the original lowbrow, post-Tarantino “shmup” will probably leave satisfied. The stunts are more extreme, the jokes are more tasteless, the acting is more… eccentric, and the male nudity is more prominent.

Years after the MacManus brothers (Sean Patrick Flanery and Norman Reedus) went on a vigilante killing spree, we find them hiding out (complete with Jesus hair and beards) in Ireland with their da, Il Duce (Billy Connelly). When they get an unexpected visitor who informs them that mobsters have killed a Boston priest, the boys shave, shower (together) and set sail for Beantown to serve a hot dish of Catholic justice. Also along for the ride is Clifton Collins Jr. as a hotheaded Mexican whose effeminate demeanour is repeatedly ridiculed.  

The film is dumb and indecent, but it’s also more charismatic than many of its ilk. One wild card is its supporting cast, best of which is Peter Fonda’s efficiently hammy portrayal of the Godfather-like mastermind behind the violence and Judd Nelson as a mid-level crime boss.