Whatever's happened to Kevin Smith in the last 15 years—bland studio comedies, misjudged horror movies, a truly bizarre crusade against press screenings—his debut lived up to the hype and more, with a fresh mixture of dirty jokes, wit, and observation. Predating Apatow, its enduring comedy is not raunch but character—Clerks' microcosm is as humanly drawn as that of any natural writer. And he did it on $28,000.
“Clerks” is the ultimate indie film, both in what the movie is and how it was made. Is an example for the 21st century, where many critics are mistaking “indie” with “hipster” or “artsy”, when many of those so-call indie films are made with a normal buget and with all the best conditions possible. What I admire the most about Kevin Smith’s debut feature is not only the making-of story (man, he worked in that [cont.]
An absolute classic indie film. It blends humor and everyday interactions seamlessly together. Through simple scenes, meaning slowly arises for Dante, the main character, creating a brilliantly deep message that allows for endless rewatch potential. The ability of this film to transcend genres and convey the struggles of Dante in this purgatory makes it something so much greater than a great comedy. Which it also is.