Clerks 2 sure surprised ... and I'm not talking about the bestiality (or inter-species erotica, if you will) Jay's obsession with Buffalo Bill's baizare nude scene from Silence of the Lambs, jaw-droping use of "porch monkey" or the confusion between Anne Frank and Helen Keller (oh, they went there).
Just short of the 30-yard line myself, watching two losers float in limbo offered too familiar a feeling (except most of us don't have a best friend to join us for the wandering).
Spending my recent days in the towns where Kevin Smith filmed the unexpectedly poignant sequel helped too. Attached to the comfort of a hometown, even a surrogate one, becomes a harder habit to shake after time.
Clerks 2 hits notes that Garden State sounded a few years ago, with a nearly catatonic Zack Braff character waking up to a better life than the one he ran away to pursue.
What's the deal with NJ films hitting hard in the waters tossing my own rudderless life? OK, it's not always rudderless from the shore, but from this seat, it definitely feels that way somedays. When you have no one else depending on you, it's too simple to pull in the paddles and submit to the current.
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