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Thursday, 10 October 2024

KillRoy Was Here (2022)


So, a little background information. This film was never actually released. Kevin Smith made this horror-comedy anthology back in 2020, but it failed to find a distributor. He was convinced to sell it as a limited edition NFT, so it remains watched by a select few private collectors who bought into that hype. I was able to track down a source of one of these copies (for free) and here is my review.
It should stay unreleased.

1 floppy dick nose out of 5

The 4:30 Movie (2024)


Kevin Smith's most personal film to date. Set in 1986, a teenage cinephile asks the cute girl out to the 4:30pm showing of an R-rated movie. In the meantime, he and his two buddies spend the day at the theater, hopping from screen to screen, while trying to avoid the high-strung manager. It's the kind of film that will make you smile if you're familiar with the time period and the films being represented, although it's a bit too cutesy with all of its references and numerous winks to the camera. It's one of those movies I wanted to like more than I did, but it ultimately fell short of expectations. I enjoyed it more than Clerks 3, that's all I'll say.

2½ movies snuck into out of 5

Sunday, 16 October 2016

YOGA HOSERS [2016]

After the disastrous box office results from Tusk, I don't know how Honorary Canadian director Kevin Smith miraculously made the second part of his True North horror trilogy.
Yoga Hosers follows teenage Canadian clerk BFFs, the Colleens, as they fend to save their convenience store from a horde of tiny Nazi Mounties made out of scrumptious sausage and sauerkraut.
While Tusk was disturbingly funny and disgusting, Yoga Hosers might be just as demented but it's really really dumb.  There might be some great chuckle-worthy Canadian in-jokes but everything is predictable, inane and quite frankly embarrassing.  Johnny Depp's Christophe Waltz-esque French-Canadian P.I.  and his ever-moving moles are the highlight of the film and that's not saying a whole lot anymore.  It's pretty awful but somehow I can't but help admiring Smith and his endless ambition to do whatever the hell he wants.

2 Pucky Charms out of 5