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.
I never thought my screenplay 'Lindsay Dawn And Deng Xiaoping In The
Quest For The
Cunt Of Mohammed' would sell until I
saw Kevin Smith's 'Clerks 2'.