Clerks 2 Review
Hello again everybody, I’m back from a long weekend of losing. I did nothing in St. Louis that even resembled success, so we’ll just get to the best part: Seeing Clerks 2.
NO SPOILER ALERT. There are no spoilers in this review. You’re welcome.
But if you mess with me I’ll totally spoil the ending.
Anyway, the movie: Raunch baby, pure raunch. Because, really, at this point in terms of Clerks as a phenomenon—one that got me into film no less—you have to go pretty far out there to get some sort of reaction.
And thankfully, that reaction is fully there. You are, at the least, semi-shocked to hear what comes out of the character’s mouths. And that’s a great thing.
At one point I thought I would feel a little sick, but it passed quickly and I laughed at the absurdity. Grossness is still funny. At least, if you want to enjoy the film you better believe that.
THE GOOD
– Randall is still the best character in the film
– Dante is still great as the straight man
– Rosario Dawson was fantastic casting
– The primary plot gave just enough ‘heft’ to keep the movie emotionally afloat (you’re welcome for this pompous explanation of saying “the story worked”)
– Pillowpants.
THE BAD
– As Ken Levine noted, the guys are still just losers and it’s kinda sad to catch up to the loser guys.
– The relationship with Rosario Dawson is a little far-fetched
– The plotting is a little obvious. How long does it take for law enforcement to show up again?
THE UGLY
– Gotcha! There really is no ‘ugly’ here. It’s a rock-solid flick. For a sequel, and a comedy sequel no less, I was impressed.
Well done Mr. Smith. We’ll just forget about that whole incident involving myself and yourself, and how I can’t post on your messageboards any longer.
Seriously, what filmmaker actually reads the BS people write about him on messageboards? I’ll have to go make a flowchart of that one. In church camp.
Stupid in-jokes. See the flick and see how many you can spot.
Come ride with me through the veils of history
I'll show you a God who falls asleep on the job
4 Comments:
15 bucks little man, put that shit on my hand, and if the money doesn't show then you owe me, owe me O!
My wife and I recently rented the 2-disc set, An Evening with Kevin Smith, or whatever it's called. We made it through about 90 minutes of the first disc, but when we found it still had 30 or so minutes to go, we opted for bed instead. Then we deleted the second disc from our rental queue. It was mainly a seemingly never-ending session of scripted self-loving disguised as a series of college Q&As. I don't know what my fellow Netflix viewers saw in it that made them think it merited almost 5 out of 5 stars. Kevin Smith's movies for the most part are great. Him talking about his movies on the other hand is not so great.
I read through the link with the postings back and forth and I don't see what pissed him off. How fragile! I do have to ask though . . . had you deemed yourself the jizz mopper, or is that the title he gave you after he kicked you off his site?
Jizz mopper is an automatic title given to those with less than 50 posts on his board.
I never quite got to reach that number ;)
Basically Clerks II is to Clerks as Evil Dead II is to the Evil Dead. The stories are about the same but just slightly better than the original.
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