Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back
Watching Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back, I was having too much fun to be sad; it was only afterward that I got a little melancholy. [NOTE: The reader might keep in mind that this review was written upon the film's premiere in 2001, back when Kevin Smith was swearing up and down that there would be no more Jay & Silent Bob movies.] This, after all, is the final film of writer-director Kevin Smith’s “New Jersey Trilogy” — the fifth film, actually, which puts this “trilogy” on a par with Douglas Adams’ five-volume Hitchhiker’s Guide “trilogy.” No more Jay and Silent Bob? In retrospect, the enterprise does have the feel of a fond goodbye — characters or actors from Smith’s previous films (Clerks, Mallrats, Chasing Amy, and Dogma) keep turning up. But if it’s a farewell, it’s more of a farewell party. I have no idea how it’ll play for people unfamiliar with Smith’s work, but I rolled with it. Smith has earned this valentine to his fans.
Jay (Jason Mewes, as blinkered and profane as ever) and Silent Bob (Smith himself, as Jay’s large, eternal, near-wordless stooge) learn that two comic-book characters based on themselves — Bluntman and Chronic, which we saw the Ben Affleck and Jason Lee characters in Chasing Amy working on — are now the subjects of a major Miramax movie. Offended by the “Ain’t It Cool News”-type Internet posts by disgruntled losers predicting that the film will suck, Jay and Silent Bob take off for Hollywood to sabotage the Bluntman and Chronic movie (wherein they are being played by American Pie‘s Jason Biggs and Dawson’s Creek‘s James Van Der Beek, a towering indignity in itself).
The movie, like Smith’s Dogma — well, pretty much like every other Smith movie — is a loosely plotted excuse for creative invective, cheerfully crude humor, and, in this case, celebrity cameos a-go-go. Those who remember my observation in my Mallrats review — that Smith got Marvel Comics icon Stan Lee to do a cameo and would possibly find a way to get George Lucas in a future film — will be amused to see that Smith has achieved the next best thing here; Smith’s love of Star Wars, comic books, past collaborators (Affleck, Matt Damon, George Carlin, Chris Rock, Dante and Randal from Clerks), and even his family (his wife Jennifer and daughter Harley make appearances) suffuses the movie.
Does it help to be a fan — the kind of rabid Kevin Smith fan who visits viewaskew.com religiously and leaves posts on its message board — to appreciate Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back? I wouldn’t go that far. I’ve seen all four previous Smith films, but not since they came out; this isn’t a movie that you need to prepare for with a Kevin Smith DVD marathon the day before. The motor of the movie is Jay and Silent Bob on the road, meeting colorful characters like a foxy jewel-thief quartet (Eliza Dushku, Ali Larter, Smith’s wife, and Shannon Elizabeth, who falls for Jay’s dubious charms), a road-wise hitchhiker, a nun, an inept cop (Will Farrell), and even the cast of a beloved cartoon series — how devious of Smith to spoof one of next year’s movies before it even comes out.
At one point, Smith has Ben Affleck (in his Chasing Amy incarnation, that is — he also plays himself later on) ask why a creator would want to continue telling stories about a stoner duo like Jay and Silent Bob. This may be Smith’s way of saying he’s finally ready to move on (his next project is said to be a seriocomic look at parenthood, á la Chasing Amy, only without Jay and Silent Bob). I applaud his decision even as I fight pangs of sorrow that this is the last time the crass stoner and his beefy sidekick will grace the big screen (I’m sure they’ll continue to turn up in Smith’s comic books). But if this comedy duo had to go out, at least they’ve gone out with a bang. Kevin Smith even gets to have a lightsaber duel with Mark Hamill — how cool is that? (Though it’s kind of sad that Hamill has aged so poorly that the movie literally has to pause and point out that he is Mark Hamill.) By the time Jay and Silent Bob are sharing the stage with one of their favorite bands, you’ll either appreciate Smith’s desire to make his farewell to the boys as fun as possible, or you’ll be completely lost. My guess is, if you care enough about Kevin Smith to have read this far, you won’t be lost.Explore posts in the same categories: comedy