Kevin Smith filmed his slacker opus almost exclusively at night, largely because he was working in the local Quick Stop during the day. However, once night fell, Smith would vacate the till and start filming this ode to youthful malaise, with a measly $27,575 to call a budget. One $3 million box office take later, and Smith’s career was officially launched.
Its all about the dialogue, from the detailed discussion of Death Star employment policy, to whether or not it’s normal to try and fellate oneself, via a hilariously filthy phone-call to the supplier of the neighbouring video store. “Whispers in the Wind", "To Each His Own", "Put It Where It Doesn't Belong", "My Pipes Need Cleaning…” You get the picture.
Do They Still Have The Magic:
were more than adequate follow-ups to this superlative debut, but of late, Smith has been on a fairly fallow streak.
Zack & Miri Make A Porno
was okay, and
was downright poor. Let’s hope for a return to form with upcoming thriller