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.