Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Movie Review: Clerks II
Summary (From IMDb): The sequel to Clerks picks up 10 years later. "It's about what happens when that lazy, 20-something malaise lasts into your 30s. Those dudes are kind of still mired, not in that same exact situation, but in a place where it's time to actually grow up and do something more than just sit around and dissect pop culture and talk about sex," Smith said during an interview at his Hollywood office. "It's: What happened to these dudes?"
The sequel to the indie sleeper hit Clerks stars Rosario Dawson and a bunch of other people you've never heard, excluding the nice little cameo by My Name is Earl's Jason Lee.
Overall, I didn't expect much, seeing as how all sequels suck shit (except the Dark Knight, which was awesome...and Mad Max), so nothing would've disappointed me. Having said this, I immensially enjoyed this film. Sure, the guy who played Dante Hicks (Brian O'Halloway) continues to play his role with the natural ease of a Disney star or a Youtube viral video, and the 'interspecies erotica' might've just been a ploy for shock value and attention from the increasingly-obscure director and writer, Kevin Smith, but it was very enjoyable.
Rosario Dawson held her own as The Best Boss Ever, Becky, who freely discusses her sexual exploits for everyone to hear, and the actor who played Eli, the ultra-Christian LOTR fanboy with a secret horse-fucking fetish (forgive me for not remembering his name. And also, too late, but SPOILERS. Sorry) was hysterical. Jay and Silent Bob were, as always, my favorite part of the movie, with Jay's Buffalo Bill dance and Silent Bob's penultimate speech (which, granted, wasn't a speech, but a proclamation of how he had nothing to say and how Jay was being an idiot).
Kevin Smith casting his own wife as Dante's shrill, annoying, and skeletal-looking fiancee and former 'popular girl' (because I can totally see that) was an extemely bad move, however. And I'm not saying that the main characters Dante and Randal should've been recast, per se--it's just that, in the ten years between the original and the sequel, you'd thonk they would've gotten some fucking acting lessons. I get it--Dante is used to stage, Randal hasn't even done anything substantial since 2000, but Christ.
That's not fair. Jeff Anderson was tolerable.
Rating: 5, maybe a 6 if I got drunk and watched it again.