this guy is a total douche bag. troy duffy, writer/director of the boondock saints and band member of The Boondock Saints, is the subject of this documentary. we see his rise to hollywood boy wonder under the wing of harvey weinstein. then we see his fall to complete chode sucker; and nothing is sweeter. seriously, though, the guy is just a prick. he brags more than jay-z and has infinitely less talent. at several points in the film he says that never has anyone been under this pressure, never has anyone been this big in music and film at the same time. frank sinatra comes to mind – academy award winner and hall of fame musician. he also says that he’s one of, if not THE, best indie directors around right now (filmed from 1997-2001). the guy barely made one picture in that time, and it was pretty good, but nothing near the level of another weinstein wonder boy – quentin tarantino. how about other indie directors like jim jarmusch, hal hartley, gus van zant, john sayles, etc.? all are better, more prolific and less obnoxious.
duffy’s major problem is his solipsistic world-view combined with the rather large stick in his ass and his inability to have any self-perspective. i guess that’s three problems, but with him it’s hard to narrow it down to just one.
anyway, the film does good job of exposing his personality and manages to stay somewhat objective along the way. i’ll never watch another movie by this guy again. troy gets an F- and the film gets a B-.