Honestly Clerks, I wanted to like you a lot more. You are bold with your choice of black and white and extreme slow pace, bordering on non-existent pace. Your dialogue reminds me of a juvenile Tarantino, which is a good thing btw, but still there is something not quite right, if only I knew the words to describe this. But despair not, I will return to you every now and then, checking in to see how you are doing.
Independent cinema at the peak of the 90s and a prime example of smaller budget resulting into greatness that otherwise would be hardly achieved. From the main protagonists to the supporting cast, everyone feels like they've been copy/paste-ed from their everyday routine. Small talks and street smarts about sex, Star Wars and life are here to fill enjoyable 90 minutes and cement couple of lines as an evergreen quotes
Twenty years later, I think it holds up okay. The issues that came with Chasing Amy (plotting issues, literary formalism) are here, too, but so, too , are the strengths: decent acting, a balancing and (mostly) intelligent romantic ethos, etc. Though in this case, those qualities are married to a grit of aesthetic and content that makes it something like Scorsese married to Jim Jarmusch. Interesting film, overall.
A brilliant film by a bad director (if a great storyteller). The simple nature of the film is what makes it and what breaks every other Smith film as they try to be, so to speak,real movies. If Ingmar Bergman was born in New Jersey and worked in a video store Clerks is the film he would've made.
Never had seen it before. An independent gem from Kevin Smith (his first feature film) with amazingly well written dialogues, sharp, witty and fresh, even if it's a 20 years old film. Great acting from unknown amateur actors. A cult film for the VHS generation (mine)! Loved it!
Great gem of a movie..the snappy dialogue, the bizarre moments, the cheap fags, !..(cigarettes)..and the egg man and of course the sex scene that was best unseen..! And my award for my favourite thing which I had to rewind quite a few times, goes to, Lenin's tomb. The cat. Genius.