Clerks
Clerks (1994)
Director: Kevin Smith
Cast: Brian O'Halloran, Jeff Anderson, Marilyn Ghigliotti, Lisa Spoonauer, Jason Mewes, Kevin Smith
Sometimes I said here that the 90 were indisputably the years "indies" American movie (well, not only film, truth be told). The rooms are settled, suddenly, films and looking ragpicker four quarters allegedly made outside the mainstream that. Some of them (few) until they succeeded, and of these, some (even less) turned to its maker in that totem worship. And one of the most notorious cases was undoubtedly that of Kevin Smith and his first film, Clerks. This big boy chubby, bearded and looking to move around and shit, you would not have gone from being a "fashion jersey" of the indie phenomenon, even with the help of Clerks. But his path crossed the now legendary Weinstein brothers (loved and hated in equal parts) to change his life. The brothers were able to sell inteligentísimos Clerks as the creme de la creme of the independent comedy. This succeeded in attracting thousands of young people, eager to boast of "intellectuals and horny coiled" with the hope squeeze into a hole that was not one of the inflatable doll or the exhaust pipe of a car.
When I went to see the film with a group of friends, some time after the premiere, I imagined that it would be all right, but was convinced, after all, that a film shot in a place called as I do not could be bad (jijiji). Indeed, the first phrase that attacked my thoughts at the end of the projection was "because it is not to much." Cleks is one of those films that are more fun when you have those when you see that, as for example Torrente, the arm fool of the law. Without being so fucking bad as that, certainly has much less to Clerks "chicha" that one could imagine, and perhaps the best of it has to do with the story surrounding his shooting, typical of those years in it was fashionable to do with cinema means ridiculous.
Without going to extremes by Robert Rodriguez, who served as human guinea pig to obtain funds to make El Mariachi, Kevin Smith also had to move his stuff to make a reality of that script based loosely on his own experience as a dependent ( "clerk" ) in a grocery store in town. Throwing hand of all their savings and borrowed money from relatives and friends could finally complete a shooting that took place in the same store where Smith worked. His boss gave him permission to use it as a "plateau" in a position to do so outside of working hours (or night), which is why we see the beginning that some hooligans have allegedly stuck closures business, so they do not can be opened and therefore is not light.
In short, we need to go far to see Clerks cuidadín because it is safest not fulfilling the expectations we have on it. Clearly this is not one of the Marx Brothers movie, but this is not one of the "inventions" of the brothers Wayans (God is free), although neither is a long way ... there is a joke in Clerks drinking, but Kevin Smith print to your movie chusco quite a humorous tone and facilón even for a person like him, who like the salt. Perhaps the 23 years that the director was at the time are partly responsible, I do not know, but the feeling that "there is so much" is a constant throughout the footage. Maybe Clerks is not a fucking bitch (I do not believe to be a judge so Radikal), but if something is clear to see it is that after the Weinstein are bastards, but very very clever and maybe beyond These stories about the shooting may be in a band whose sound helped sales alone to recoup the costs of the film.
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