Netflix content reviewed in 150 words. Or thereabouts.
Clerks (1994)
Dir: Kevin Smith
92 minutes
Kevin Smith’s directorial debut might unwittingly be the
ultimate grunge movie: a lo-fi rock ‘n’ roll discharge of Gen X slackerdom. Like
said genre, the film’s dynamic alternates between quiet character contemplation
and heavy bombastic bouts of extreme silliness, as Smith’s typically garrulous,
endlessly-quotable dialogue bursts from the screen throughout.
Jay & Silent Bob: shirking. |
Randal & Dante: working. |
In
fact, it’s easy to see Clerks as little more than a series of black and white
skits with a through-line carried by phlegmatic under-achievers Dante and
Randal (played with pitch-perfect understated presence by Brian O’Hallarn and
Jeff Anderson). But it’s not just a string of YouTube moments: unlike its
seemingly directionless 90’s youth, there’s a story at the heart of the
hilarity. It's a story of love, rejection and irresponsibility, set during a day
shift at a convenience store, and wrapped in an endearing cast of freaks,
conversational highlights and dick jokes. Wonderful dick jokes. Get
them in you. Now.
9/10
9/10
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