A rotund, insufferably smug oxygen thief inexplicably granted an endless supply of cash to write / produce / direct / 'act' in an agonising series of self-gratifying filmic shit.

'Clerks' was passable at the time of its making, but he wanked it dry, and the whole setup is no longer either believable or funny.

It doesn't help that he can't write - his supposedly quirky 'observational' stuff is painfully contrived - and that none of the otherwise unknown cronies that populate his lead roles film after film can act.

Still, while he, Michael Bay et al continue to find work there's hope for the least of us.