This documentary follows Troy Duffy from his job as a bartender almost overnight to a high-powered director and creator of his first film BOONDOCK SAINTS as well as a leader of his own band who is making the music for this film. What makes this interesting is that with this first taste of success, Duffy is seen on film believing his own talents are limitless and saying that established actors and Hollywood executives are idiots! The scene that amazed me was when the practically unknown Duffy lists a long list of famous actors who he degrades as well as Jerry Bruckheimer and Harvey Weinstein--who have been responsible for a HUGE number of hits and are MAJOR players in Hollywood!!! What an arrogant little toad! Thinking this is bad enough, but saying it on film is amazing! This isn't the end of it, however, as he begins making statements about how Miramax Films must "kiss his...." or else!!! Right and left, he threatens and makes ultimatums. He even goes so far as to say "I don't give a .... about making enemies with Miramax--in fact I look forward to it". In essence, as soon as he feels success, Duffy burns down the bridges all around him and wastes every bit of good will towards him. He simply comes off as a crude, arrogant jerk and problem drinker--and amazingly, Troy knew all this was going on film and didn't care!! By the time the film is completed, no matter how successful it was, his future was doomed in Hollywood--and from what this documentary shows, you sure couldn't feel sorry for him. Imagine what he would have said and done had he NOT been on film!! This MIGHT have been his best behavior! Most of the behaviors I described happened near the beginning of the film. Later, he even attacks his own best friends and band-mates--eventually finding himself very alone and broke. After a while, there's no room left for anyone in Troy's film but himself!! As a documentary, it achieves something very rare--people on film who are not inhibited and reveal their inner selves is a tough thing to find. It seems that Duffy's antisocial personality, paranoia and narcissism couldn't be contained for the documentary and as a result, the film makers (Tony Montana and Mark Brian Smith) hit pay-dirt--they get some incredibly compelling and hard to ignore footage. Then, they assembled it in a masterful way--creating a haunting and sad film.Sadly, there are a lot of very talented independent film makers who never get a golden opportunity like Duffy and I am sure they would have the maturity to handle it. Life truly doesn t seem fair when you see that such a horrible person who has been given so much. Plus, I feel sorry for the good and hard-working people who were pulled down with him--they didn't deserve this.By the way, if the documentary makers could only get David O. Russell AND Troy Duffy to make a film together--THAT would be an amazing documentary!WARNING TO PARENTS--Duffy is a horrible and gross person. His language is enough to make sailors blush and this is definitely NOT a film for kids, though it would make a great one for psychology class!!

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?

It was very satisfying for me, as somebody who has worked in the film industry for 20 years (behind the camera) and have been unfortunate enough to have spent time around massive s**t-stains like Troy Duffy (though not to this ridiculous extreme), to see a stupid, alcoholic f**k-o c**t like him get dragged under the wheels of the Hollywood machine. He doesn't deserve a second glance from anybody; his eternal punishment will be getting cast into utter obscurity because that seems to be what he's afraid of most. If it wasn't for "Overnight", he'd be assured of it. Now he will be remembered as a classic Hollywood joke. I had to restrain myself from punching my TV set whenever that douche-bag's face appeared on my screen. He wouldn't cut it as head of craft service on a real film set before he had his f***ing teeth knocked out, talking that s**t. I'm surprised his band mates/friends didn't beat his ugly ass. It actually makes me think they kind of deserved to have an dead albatross like Duffy hanging around their neck.

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.