Clerks: Review By Bane. Ferguson

Clerks is Kevin Smiths first directorial debut, also the great celestial energy that has started off a line of great movies, all very heart warming, touching g, crude, lewd, with catastrophic character arch's.

Clerks is the story of two pals, Dante an Randal, both of which work next door to each other.

Dante- works in the convenience store, convenient to Gum salesmen/reps who like to cause a ruckus, mentally depraved and depressed Guidance Councillors, sitting on their asses skulking over eggs, looking for the right perfect dozen, or having to appease everybody who enters, due to their very unpredictable ways, whereas with

Randal- (who) is always or not coming on over to visits Dante (late as usual to his own workplace) or sitting around behind the till being distracting, rude, arrogant...or just (yeah!) being rude, unapproachable, though very straight laced, very in the moment, knowing whose who, and what to do, or just being a lazy troublesome problem for the workplace and Dante's life.

What occurs in the work place is just unimaginable, but believable, with both Jeff Anderson (quite slouchy in the first couple of scenes, or throughout, many varied scenes, is obvious to the audiences eyes to his back then first screen role* that he is finding it hard to create a nuanced character, but through out he builds up one that is both laughable and enjoyable to behold) and Brian O'C. give it there all, though Jeff is both stiff and plain sighted and new to it (aforementioned in brackets) he and Brian are still two strong forces bringing the fun and crudeness and invariably ridiculous character developments and kinks and sentiments and surmises off the page and onto the screen throughout.

Kevin Smith knows how to direct dialogue (you with me?) the long running shots, it isn't all over the place, and when it is -its beneficial to the story.

This films look is very reminiscent to old 50/60's thrillers, a very old fashioned espionage esque feel, but with bonus comedy clinches.

I love the appeal of Jay/Silent Bob, two characters seen throughout Smiths career. Way back when Smith was just murmurings to me, the idea of two reappearing characters one of which is silent throughout want really if honest a strong determined thing to my mind. Though these guys after sifting through Smiths long line of films (hopefully to fill out even more between Blog posts and Sm'odcasts) it works, their fun, brilliantly erythematic, fun, odd, but very deeply endued within Smiths very well written characters, Jay a drug dealing, hyperborean mad dude, with an exasperated suite to just go all nuts in your face, while Bob is a secret messiah in disguise, and just hilarious ( running time of 65 minutes, Smiths/Bobs dance is just unexpected and grabs your rib cages and rattles them, with surges of breath entwining in out out of inertial beats of laughter).

It has heart, is wit, wisdom and script is delicious, methodical, precise, rendezvousing at the most disciplined moments of comic timing.

Smith has a beat of some marvellous for bearings (Mallrats is in tow to watch tomorrow after a night of Smithian extras/ DVD COMMENTRY) and Jersey Girl ( erm...not his best but still, a very systematically written film, with heart, but nothing else, a motivational piece gone apes hit!

Watch this is a indie fan, a Smith fan, I for one I am, his wit, his demeanour his Smocats his blogs, itvery very talented director/writer and must say actor and entertainer and radio head and....he's just a swell artist! s just him, a

Its got a hip score, masterfully pieced together by Scott Mosier and Kevin Smith in edit. This is just Expandability of artistry, the genius of film and everything Smith.

Just Raw and awsome dude! (ahem!)