Take Jason Mewes, write an ostensibly 'satirical' film about him wanting to be taken seriously as a leading man and you get...what? This?! A ludicrous, thematically confused 'crime' film with Kevin Smith dialogue touches, vitriol towards his former director, a tired English undertow because of the English writers...and what? A total waste of celluloid. Mewes is meant to be the director of this film. It's actually well made, and there are some genuinely poetic and aesthetically pleasing shots, but it just made me doubt that somebody who had hit the drugs so hard could come up with something so visually rewarding, to be honest.
And I mean no disrespect by that. This film is a waste of time and film and energy. I knew it would be, to be honest, but, as a past Mewes fan, still watched it anyway. This started off with real details of Mewes's messed-up life (for no clear reason) and then went...where? No idea, but wherever it went, it never came back. It did not slay Mewes's past film history image as a juvenile dolt, and nothing ever can. Sad. Just sad. Sorry Jason, but surely you must know yourself this was a bad joke. Nice to see you and Trejo back together again after Poolboy 2: Drowning Out The Fury, mind you. Yeehar.
And I mean no disrespect by that. This film is a waste of time and film and energy. I knew it would be, to be honest, but, as a past Mewes fan, still watched it anyway. This started off with real details of Mewes's messed-up life (for no clear reason) and then went...where? No idea, but wherever it went, it never came back. It did not slay Mewes's past film history image as a juvenile dolt, and nothing ever can. Sad. Just sad. Sorry Jason, but surely you must know yourself this was a bad joke. Nice to see you and Trejo back together again after Poolboy 2: Drowning Out The Fury, mind you. Yeehar.