Parodies of movies much better than this one, borrowings from movies even worse than it, a plethora of insider and wornout Hollywood gags, already fading A-list stars (Ben Affleck, Mat Damon, Chris Rock) doing payback cameos for their distributor-employer Miramax plus a slew of clapped-out directors (Wes Craven, Gus Van Sant) appearing for the money.
All this and the F-word used so frequently that it must outnumber all other words in the script put together.
"Script?" did I say? That's flattering a string of cloddish sketches, many fixated on ass-and-penis jokes (hairy or limp) from Silent Bob (Kevin Smith) and his buddy Jay (Jason Mewes), two Quik Mart slackers, who learn that their comic-strip alter egos, Bluntman and Chronic, have been sold to Hollywood for a youth flick.
Off they hitch-hike to LA to F-up the Miramax movie, or at least grab their percentage.
But I'm flattering the untreated sewage passing for entertainment far too much for my own dignity as a critic. This is the US as its enemies see it: overbearing, self-centred, infantile and dumb.
Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back
Cert: cert18
