Speaking of Boondock Saints - which I haven't ever taken the time to see, btw - there's a funny/sad documentary called Overnight, about the director of the movie. He apparently thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread, and that he'd be the next king of all media.

A bit disappointing when your greatest rock album of all time sells barely more than 300 copies....

As an object lesson in hubris, Overnight's a great flick.