31st
Zack & Miri Make a Porno
When did Kevin Smith forget how to make a movie? And by that, I do not mean, “When did Kevin Smith forget how to make a funny, original movie?” (That was some point towards the end of Jersey Girl.) I mean, when did he forget the basic structure of beginning, middle, end? When did he forget how to write and direct (and now edit?!) scenes together with some sense of flow (even Mallrats has a pace) as opposed to writing “fuck”-filled diatribes that cut to an exterior establishing shot that sets up another “fuck”-filled diatribe (the word “fuck” appears once roughly every ten seconds in the opening reel of the movie)?
And why, in a movie prime for “he ripped this off from Apatow,” would he cast the Indian manager from 40 Year Old Virgin and Undeclared to play the exact same role (this time with a lil’ more racist caricature)?
As Morgan said after Tropic Blunder (nailed it), a penis-sucking joke is all about context, and when Justin Long is the only one who (is allowed?) can understand that, a movie’s in trouble.
