I'm a Kevin Smith nerd. Like, I've bought his books, I've introduced my friends to his movies, I've seen all his Q&A stuff, hell, I even own a NAILS zippo and I carry the fan merch dealer card from Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back in my wallet at all times.
I like his movies up until Clerks II. They were great. Even Jersey Girl played on my heartstrings, showing that even the loser-come-director of Clerks could grow up, start a family, and have kids at some point of his life. That was my meta-interpretation, anyways.
But something happened. He touched the poison apple that is the Bruce Willis paycheck-movie. I wasn't even interested in watching Zack and Miri before that.
Like, goddamn, what happened?
It is for this reason and my increasing nostalgia with his previous work that I am awaiting the next Big Picture. Move faster, time. I want to hear about the good times and the bad times.
I like his movies up until Clerks II. They were great. Even Jersey Girl played on my heartstrings, showing that even the loser-come-director of Clerks could grow up, start a family, and have kids at some point of his life. That was my meta-interpretation, anyways.
But something happened. He touched the poison apple that is the Bruce Willis paycheck-movie. I wasn't even interested in watching Zack and Miri before that.
Like, goddamn, what happened?
It is for this reason and my increasing nostalgia with his previous work that I am awaiting the next Big Picture. Move faster, time. I want to hear about the good times and the bad times.