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There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
One of the most endearing aspects of Clerks is the stilted delivery and impossible wit of almost every character in the film. It has a furious apathy about it, and this is enhanced immeasurably by the film’s low budget production. Whereas Dante and Randal are entrapped in a suburban quik stop by a lack of aspiration, in Clerks II they have aspiration, only to cling firmly to the bottom rung of the corporate ladder. That Dante and Randal, now in their early thirties, seek employment at a local fast food chain is a rather tedious suspension of disbelief, and is one of many inconsistencies this film bears in comparison to its prequel. Nonetheless, Kevin Smith’s gravitation toward nostalgia and responsibility isn’t entirely objectionable; moments of this film are uncharacteristically sympathetic, even necessarily desperate. It’s just sort of jarring when you’re expecting another slew of dick and kooch jokes.
That said, this has the most poetic ending of any new film I’ve seen this year.
by Rumsey Taylor | Source: The Weinstein Company DVD
22 Dec 2006 4:34 PM | Comments (3)
That said, this has the most poetic ending of any new film I’ve seen this year.
Uh, ok, I’ll take your word for it.
I kid you not.
The whole thing’s still rank from my perspective, sorry to say. I think Kevin Smith needs to grow up in many ways not addressed in this nostalgic film, and while I’ve no problem with his desire for schmaltz, I find his comedic targets pretty lame and indicative of his own faux liberal attitude. As for the final shot: yeah, I called the milk maid.
leo
22 December 2006
2:05 PM
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