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Kevin Smith thinks he's funny much in the same way Quentin Tarantino thinks he's cool. Problem is, they're not and their continued attempts to prove otherwise have become incredibly grating. While Tarantino once made good films heavily inspired by great films, Smith has always been a true auteur: singular and influenced by no one but himself. Zack and Miri Make a Porno is conclusive proof Smith's unique style will never change, it will never mature and it will always suck. There's nothing wrong with that if you're a frat boy and you love puerile, telegraphed jokes, but let's be real...Smith's sh** stopped being funny about five minutes after Clerks.
The words in Smith's screenplays rain down like an epic hail storm, with so much crammed into the mouths of his actors, audiences have little ability to breathe, let alone watch a movie. But the fact is, Smith doesn't make movies, he writes dialogue and if there is a less visual director working, you would have to go all the way back to the pre-movie days of radio to find him. Worst of all, Smith's dialogue is rarely funny or smart, it's merely a rambling tirade of profane, pop-culture inanity, singular in its authorial voice. Good writing doesn't scream out loud who wrote it, just like good film-making shouldn't. Unfortunately for the very few of you who plunked down money to see this movie, Kevin Smith is neither a good writer nor is he a good director, he's just another narcissist in love with his own patented brand of verbal diarrhea.
Kevin Smith thinks he's funny much in the same way Quentin Tarantino thinks he's cool. Problem is, they're not and their continued attempts to prove otherwise have become incredibly grating. While Tarantino once made good films heavily inspired by great films, Smith has always been a true auteur: singular and influenced by no one but himself. Zack and Miri Make a Porno is conclusive proof Smith's unique style will never change, it will never mature and it will always suck. There's nothing wrong with that if you're a frat boy and you love puerile, telegraphed jokes, but let's be real...Smith's sh** stopped being funny about five minutes after Clerks.
The words in Smith's screenplays rain down like an epic hail storm, with so much crammed into the mouths of his actors, audiences have little ability to breathe, let alone watch a movie. But the fact is, Smith doesn't make movies, he writes dialogue and if there is a less visual director working, you would have to go all the way back to the pre-movie days of radio to find him. Worst of all, Smith's dialogue is rarely funny or smart, it's merely a rambling tirade of profane, pop-culture inanity, singular in its authorial voice. Good writing doesn't scream out loud who wrote it, just like good film-making shouldn't. Unfortunately for the very few of you who plunked down money to see this movie, Kevin Smith is neither a good writer nor is he a good director, he's just another narcissist in love with his own patented brand of verbal diarrhea.