And Silent Bob Strike Back
It can't be hard to act surprised and pleased
when Eliza Dushku threatens to have sex with you.
If you're a die-hard
fan of Kevin Smith movies, nothing we do or say will convince you not
to pay full price, nor even offer to pay double, in order to see this
movie. Go, with our blessing. (Well, every one of us except for Jack
Reda, The Script Doctor.) For the rest of you, know that Jay And
Silent Bob Strike Back was not made for you. You may find it funny,
but not in all the same places as that kid in the Clerks t-shirt.
Not so much a film
as a party with a plot, this movie begs for the DVD Special Edition
to come out now. Smith has assembled as many of his friends as he could,
and placed them in situations that largely lampoon their screen images.
We need to be able to access that special bonus feature with production
notes in order to keep up with it all.
To get the movie
rolling, Smith offers up the "origin" of his title characters, using
his own daughter to portray himself (Silent Bob) as a baby. She's named
after a comic book character (Harley Quinn Smith) and played her own
father in a movie. Oh, yes, there will be psychological issues. Or she
will grow up to marry Kal-El Bogdanove and everything will be fine.
Anyway, the adult
Jay (Jason Mewes) and Silent Bob discover that a film is about to be
made from a comic book,, Bluntman and Chronic, that features
them. (Established in Chasing Amy and later actually published
by Oni Press, then Image, then…didn't Harlan Ellison write a short story
like this?) The creator of the comic, Holden (Ben Affleck, who later
plays himself), informs them of the plans and introduces them to the
Incensed by on-line
gossip confusing them with their comic book alter-egos, the two determine
to go to Hollywood and stop the production. Along the way they run into
super-hot jewel thieves, liberate a monkey, and prove that Buffy's on-screen
boyfriend would have made a better Fred in Scooby Doo than her
real fiance. (See? All this sly in-joke referencing is contagious. Stop
me before I go obscure again…)
seems to be having a great time, and some let us in on the fun. Affleck,
in particular, strikes hard at his own image. When teamed up with Matt
Damon for Good Will Hunting 2: Hunting Season, both rag harder
on their careers than any critic could possibly hope to do. Others just
show up for those who recognize them, such as Marvel Editor-in-Chief's
cameo as a pizza delivery boy. It can't be hard to act surprised and
pleased when Eliza Dushku threatens to have sex with you. All right,
we're jealous - please give us cameos, Mister Smith.
As usual, Mewes
has an easy rhythm as the talkative Jay, though for some, he's best
in small doses. While Smith has been doing the talk-show circuit explaining
how Affleck gets on him for not so much acting as mugging, he misses
the point. Once upon a time, Silent Bob was implacable and wise. Now
he makes bigger faces than Jim Carrey. The three times he actually speaks,
though we have long awaited his calling Jay an idiot, are a waste compared
to the dialogue he gave himself in Clerks and Chasing Amy.
This time around,
the dialogue just does not have the same crackle and wit that got Smith
attention in the first place. Yes, as Smith has oft been quoted saying,
there have always been dick and fart jokes. But in between those, somebody
would say something clever. Here, many of the jokes just feel stale;
we all figured out years ago that Shaggy had to have been high. It does
have a vibe closest to Mallrats, but at least that film didn't
leave open plot holes a mile wide (to reveal it here would be to spoil
it) and obeyed its own logic.
directing has never been better. Smith coaxes the best performance out
of Damon in years, and gets director Gus Van Sant to seem natural on
camera. He fails with Wes Craven, but then, not even Wes Craven could
make himself seem real. For the first time in a Kevin Smith movie, the
camera moves; Smith the artist is beginning to take chances.
As Smith moves
into what he calls more mature fare (or not), this could be a good sign.
If he ever gets his Fletch adaptation off the ground with Jason
Lee, it could be the final nail to make us all forget Chevy Chase.
Go if you must.
As parties go, we had a good time. We just think it could have been
more. A fool says what he knows. A wise man knows what he says. And
somewhere in between lie the films of Kevin Smith.