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When my brother called he original had been one of my favorite movies of its period, and a quick glance at IMDb confirmed that not only did the sequel have the same director/producer, the cast was also pretty much the same.
Imagine my surprise when, after OK-ish opening scenes, it turned into something that could be mistaken for an Austin Powers installment only, contrary to Mike Myers' brilliant comedy, totally not funny.
I will not go into the storyline as, apparently, there isn't one. Instead I will make a list of things of things not to put into a movie, yet Troy Duffy did.
- Excessive shouting. More often than not, there were scenes where the dialogue was completely drowned out because several people were shouting at the same time.
- Use of clearly fake accents. I do the Texas Drawl a damn sight better than Julie Benz does. And I'm a foreigner.
- Over-acting for comic effect. If your name is Jim Carey, this can be hilarious. If it's not, it can be quite painful to the audience.
- Grainy, seventies-style camera shots. Which is another idea "borrowed" from other directors. But let's face it Mr. Duffy, a Tarantino you are not.
- Scatological jokes. I mean, seriously.
What you end up with is another half-baked, slapstick derivative of an excellent original. After suffering through the "new Star Wars" films, or that horrible "Indiana Jones" IV, I just couldn't push myself to watch more than 50 minutes of it.
Only Troy Duffy has taken the art of desecrating a movie with a sequel to a whole new level. This is not just poor film-making, it's an act of sacrilege.
Chasing Amy (1997)
Movies can be interesting, original, moving or groundbreaking. They can also be dull, frightening, shocking or if all else fails, just a pretty picture to look at. Chasing Amy I'm afraid falls into none of these categories. It seems to drown out even the poor acting of people who seem either too high or too disinterested to make even half of an effort at being believable real-life humans in that ocean of pointless profanity. After about ten minutes, I was wondering out loud whether to give it another five minutes because the endless stream of pre-pubescent sex jokes and lame stereotypes would give way to something a little more, uh, thought-provoking. But it didn't. Was this what life was like in the late 90s? For me, I was in college then so I guess. But anyone who is sober, not high and an adult is going to have difficulty watching it. I wouldn't recommend this to anyone. Kevin Smith, I want 20 minutes of my life back.