Fresh and Exciting

Fun premise, good actors, bad writing. This film seemed to have potential at the beginning but it quickly devolves into a trite action film. Ultimately it's very boring.

This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.

Very good movie overall, highly recommended. Most of the negative reviews don't have any merit and are all pollitically based. Give this movie a chance at least, and it might give you a different perspective.

Troy Duffy is an idiot. Just watch Overnight. In it he bullies film executives, record producers, band members and friends. But even worse than this, he thinks he's some sort of genius. He thinks he's a great musician and filmmaker.Validating Duffy's delusion is the fact that Miramax buys his script for The Boondock Saints. Thinking he's the next Tarantino, they give him $300,000 for the script, they hand him the reigns to direct the movie (with a $15m budget), they allow him to produce the soundtrack with his band, he gets to approve casting and is allowed final cut, and the final part of the deal is that Miramax will buy his bar (prior to getting into film, he's a bartender and bouncer). It's a great deal. It's an amazing deal. It's a deal that's out of this world. Only a moron could screw it up.Well, Troy Duffy is that moron. Given this great deal, he proceeds to abuse and alienate everyone around him. So much so that a film that initially starts out as a loving document to his talents ends up being a character assassination.One of the first things we hear from Duffy's lips is that friendship is the most important thing in the world to him. Therefore one could assume that, despite the rough edges, he's an honourable guy. Nothing could be further from the truth. In one ball-shriving scene he refuses to pay his friends who had operated for a long time as the managers of his band. He says they don't deserve any money. His friends then point out all the time they spent managing the band – all the effort they put into it. Duffy then changes his mind and says that they do deserve the money. But at the same time he says he's still not going to give it to them. This he says to people who are in financial problems because of him. People who have broken their back for him.But this actually isn't the first record deal that the band receives. Earlier on Maverick Records sign them up sight unseen. But just when you're slapping your head at the stupidity of Madonna's label, Duffy messes up and annoys them. He then rants and raves and says the label is scared. He says they're scared of how good the brood are. What the hell? If Duffy is right then he's saying that the label are scared of making lots of money? Yeah, makes perfect sense.But eventually the band get signed to Atlantic Records, which leads to the argument over money with the former band managers (who, incidentally, are the makers of this documentary). The moment when the band is signing their contract and receiving their money in cash is pathetic. They're like dogs begging for scraps.But thankfully the album has a happy ending. They only sell 690 copies…after being in stores for six months.And yet earlier in the film, when they're recording, Duffy wonders why his fellow band members haven't been coming up to him and shaking his hand for securing the deal. He even says that the album isn't a group effort. He says it's all down to him – without him, there's nothing. So surely that means that the album's failure is his and his alone? Maybe his fellow band members should line up and take turns punching him in the face.But Duffy's film fares just as well as his album. It's dumped in five theatres for one week and makes $25,000. It's pathetic even for him.However, I'm sure Duffy would have lots of explanations for this. You see, after getting a great deal with Miramax, he proceeds to alienate them to such an extent with his bitching and moaning that they pull out. Therefore the film is financed independently. Of course this doesn't concern Duffy, who says that when the film is made and Miramax want back in, they can pay their way back in. But when it comes to selling the film, nobody wants a part of it. Most of the time I'd be appalled that a filmmaker could be blacklisted and that the industry would conspire against him, but here it makes me happy. Duffy is man who was given a great chance to prove himself. All he had to do was shut his mouth and get on with things. Instead he acted like a child and tried to throw his weight around. Hell, at one point, before he's even shot a foot of film or recorded one note of his album, he says that he's gone straight from a bartender and surpassed everyone – he's already right at the top. Only an idiot could think that way – don't you have to have produced something first to be at the top? Therefore the film's awful distribution deal had me grinning like a loon.I'm also kind of amused by the way the makers of the documentary try and screw Duffy over. In one scene we see Duffy bemoan his ability to find a decent girl – he just wants to find a nice girl he can settle down with. We then cut to some sleazy footage of a drunk Duffy getting girls to show him their breasts. The film never tries to be objective and is all the more entertaining for it.Unfortunately, though, there is a black cloud that hangs over me. The Boondock Saints became a cult hit. There are many people who love it. But just when I feel low I remember that Duffy isn't a profit participant in the cable and DVD sales – he just got a lump sum of money. Therefore Duffy doesn't make a cent out of the film's success in the home market. How brilliant is that?

** MINOR SPOILERS **This film shows how the perfect opportunity can be destroyed. Troy Duffy is the writer/director who strikes it rich when his screenplay for "The Boondock Saints" is bought by Harvey Weinstein at Miramax. Duffy is going to get an upfront fee, get to direct, have his band do the film score and everything.But, when the film doesn't get made right away, Duffy's paranoia gets the best of him, leaving him on the outs with the studio. Duffy decides to take the film to a small studio, and get it made for half the original budget and for half his original fee.The remainder of the film shows the fate of the film and what becomes of Duffy and his friends.The bottom line is, once you get your deal, be thankful. Be passionate about your project, yes. But, realize that you are getting what so many others out there could only hope to have. Even if there are some bumps or lots of bumps in the process, you have to accept what comes your way. Because, the second you start alienating a studio, you can forget it.After all, would you want someone who you gave a big break to tell you to go (bleep!) yourself? No. Duffy does it, and in his meltdown, loses everything he had or ever could have.The film is well made, well paced and is one of the most telling documentaries on the film industry.( 8 Out of 10 Stars ******** )

So who was the blow hard at the end of the movie standing outside of a bar? Harvey, er no Troy of course.Wow, the sheer arrogance of this guy. Just how does he live with himself? Now everyone who meets Duffy will avoid him like the plague lest they endure his endless "No one appreciates my genius" tirade. Like Harvey or not, Duffy wasn't smart enough to know decent manners or listen to anyone else. Well, now he's got time to reflect without all the pressure of being the best in the world.I just couldn't wait to see him fall. How does he expect anything more in life when he just bullies people? Yeah, who's laughing now Duff? I truly don't think this guy will ever learn humility, if he had from the beginning he might have been a success. What goes around comes around.

There's only one thing worse than a bad loser, and that's a bad winner – and the odious Troy Duffy has to be one of the baddest of the bunch. Gifted with the kind of movie/soundtrack deal that comes along only once in many lifetimes, the foul-mouthed drunken Duffy proceeds, with blind, bombastic foolishness, to throw it all away.And don't we just love it… Even as we squirm as new kid on the block Duffy blithely informs agents and producers of how he is the latest biggest thing in Hollywood and should therefore be afforded some of the respect he believes he deserves, we can't help but feel a seed of anticipation at the inevitable downfall that awaits the fool. Duffy burns bridges faster than a retreating Nazi and shows not one jot of remorse or understanding of the huge blunders he has made. Even as things are falling apart about him he stubbornly clings to this unshakable belief that none if it is his fault, and that those around him are to blame.Of course, most of those around him must share a small portion of blame because they don't have the nerve – whether through genuine fear or simply because they don't want to throw away what they see as a once-in-a-lifetime meal ticket – to stand up to him, even when he treats them like dirt.This film truly is a unique and fascinating study of the destructive force of an out of control ego, and only because no proper, thinking person really wants anybody – nobody how obnoxious – to come to harm, does it not get a higher rating from me.