Rated:
R
Runtime: 1 Hour
and 44 Minutes
Reviewer:
Dale
Grade: D-
If you meet anyone, say, at a party, and they happen to mention that
they actually enjoyed "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back".
If they happen to say, in fact, that it was the funniest film of the
year, or some nonsense along those lines, I want you to do something
for me. Would you please knee them directly in the crotch? Don't think
about it, just do it. Trust me, they deserve it. The same applies
to seeing Kevin Smith somewhere, say, on the street (hopefully bearing
a sign saying that he will give head for food). Knee his crotch, and
knee it hard.
Because this film is not just your average bad movie. No, no, my friends.
This is far and away beyond a simple bad movie. This film is the most
inane, moronic, insipid, bloated, smug, tasteless, humorless and flat-out
awful cinematic enterprise since I had to sit through the "Grinch".
No, it isn't as ghastly as the "Grinch",
but it was damn close.
This film pissed me off. Not an easy thing to do. I am an easygoing
man. I say live and let live, generally. But this film irked my ire
and got my bile flowing as few films have. This film inspired genuine
feelings of hatred within me. I was in a rage as I left the theater.
I entertained visions of finding Kevin Smith and beating him blue.
Such feelings have dissipated, yes, but I still hate this movie with
every fiber of my being.
This film has no plot. It doesn't even have the semblance of a plot.
But what might be somehow construed as the plot involves Jay (Jason
Mewes, who can die soon) and Silent Bob (Kevin Smith, who can live
a little longer than Mewes, provided that his next movie is closer
to "Dogma" than it is to
this sorry mess), two stoners anyone who has seen a Kevin Smith film
is familiar with, going to Hollywood because some moron is making
a movie about them and the Internet is filled with people saying that
they suck (they're just telling the truth).
Yes, folks, it's just as stupid as it looks in print.
I can understand that Smith has a couple axes to grind about the people
who don't like his movies, but watching this film is like watching
some horrible home movie that the maker thinks is clever. Smith and
his friends and family might have gotten a good laugh out of this,
but I don't see why any of the rest of us should give a shit. Yet,
somehow, he has lured a group of talented people to be in this film
not unlike a child molester luring kids to his rusted-out Buick with
the promise of candy. And with just as dire consequences.
Here is a short list of people who embarrass themselves in this shitty
film: Shannon Elizabeth, George Carlin, Jason Lee, Eliza Dushku, Ali
Larter (particularly awful), Carrie Fisher, Stiffler, the guys from
"Clerks", Ben Affleck, Diedrich Bader, Mark Hamill, Jason
Biggs, James van Der Beek, Will Farrell, Judd Nelson, and especially
Chris Rock. Chris Rock is utterly terrible here. He spouts black rage
epithets and hates white people, and he doesn't even do it in a fresh
or funny manner. You smile at first when you see him onscreen, because
Chris can usually be depended upon for some quality support. Then
you frown as the scene continues, dragging its one note longer and
longer and longer. Each of the celebrity cameos (each scene of the
movie, for that matter) is the same way. Things that could be funny
as sucked completely dry. There is a ghastly sub-plot involving four
hot jewel thieves. Each of them is so awful that the fact they are
extremely hot barely even registers. There are awful film parodies
of "Planet of the Apes", "The Fugitive", "Star
Wars", "E.T." and "Scooby Doo" and none
of them is the least bit clever. None of them has a spark of inspiration
or wit to them.
Each of them is infested with awful fart jokes and terrible one-liners.
The entire movie is a patchwork quilt of unfunny gags.
Many of them are gay jokes. Now, I have no problem with gay jokes,
long as they are funny.
These are on the polar opposite of the spectrum from funny. These
jokes and funny have never made one another's acquaintance. And if
they did meet one another at a dinner party, they would likely just
exchange an awkward silence and go about their separate ways. No wonder
the GLAD people blasted this film. They have every right to. I'm not
gay and even I thought this was totally horrible. If they had been
funny, or contained some element of truthfulness (as in Smith's vastly
superior "Chasing Amy") this would be a moot point. But
they aren't, so the immense bitterness of them just looms that much
larger.
There are one or two funny moments in these proceedings, but there
is an awful lot of stuff that doesn't work at all here. Remember the
"Airplane" movies? Where
there were so many jokes that some of them didn't work, but there
were so many jokes that the odds were stacked in favor of the ones
that did? This is the other way around. There are so many jokes in
this film that one or two of them can't help but be funny. The majority
of them, however, are just atrocious.
Then again, the film stars the two characters that any other Smith
film would have been improved by losing. To make them the main focus
of the film is a gross mistake. Jay is not funny, he is just annoying.
Hell, he's annoying in small doses. Stretch that to two hours and
you get a sense of the Hitler-like cruelty at work in this picture.
And Silent Bob compensates by remaining absolutely quiet and only
speaking up when he has something of importance to say. Meanwhile,
unfortunately, he mugs for the camera like a hog. Real subtle, peckerhead.
Smith's other films succeeded because they had a wonderful verbal
interplay between the characters and moments of true wit that also
contained a simple statement on the humanity of the characters had
some important statements slipped in about daily life. They were smart
movies (aside from the Golgothan Shit Demon and Jay and Silent Bob)
that respected the intelligence of the viewer. None of them are without
their faults (some have a truckload) but at least they reach for something
bigger. "Jay and Silent Bob" does not. "Jay and Silent
Bob" is like the worst parts of all his other films multiplied
by a hundred. The realistic relationships have been jettisoned. The
clever dialogue and wit are long gone. What we have instead is the
leftover shit that results from their departure. It is not funny.
It is not clever. It is not fun. If this is what Kevin Smith thinks
his fans want, then he doesn't know his fans. I am a fan and I laughed
more during "Schindler's
List" than I did during this film. I wanted to walk out,
I wanted to tear this film to shreds and piss on the ashes. Spending
two hours in the company of these characters is like spending two
hours locked in a room with people you hate.
I hated, HATED HATED this film. If you have any good sense, so will
you.