If you’ve never seen one of Kevin Smith’s films (except for “Jersey Girl”), you will probably not get–much less like–“Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.” If you’ve seen one or two, you’ll probably enjoy it. If you’ve seen “Clerks,” “Mallrats,” “Chasing Amy,” and “Dogma,” you’ll probably laugh your ass off.
I’ve seen all of those, and I found myself laughing like a lunatic at “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.”
This movie will never surpass “Dogma” for intelligence, or “Clerks” for low-budget charm, but there are so many inside jokes, that this film should be irresistible to Jay & Silent Bob fans.
What plot there is: Jay and Silent Bob find out that Banky (from “Chasing Amy”) has sold the rights to the comic book based on their lives, and by damn, they want a piece of the movie money. So, they head off to Hollywood. Along the way, the run into some of their old friends and enemies. For example, George Carlin plays an old, veteran hitch-hiker, who teaches the duo that the best way to hitch a ride is by using a sign promising…um, oral sex in exchange for a ride. This goes astray, when they’re picked up by a nun (Carrie Fisher), who most definitely did not want any of that particular commodity. They also run into the “Scooby Doo” mystery gang (sorta), and a quartet of very sexy young women, who enlist the stoners’ help in “rescuing monkeys from a research lab.”
For me, the movie kind of bogs down here, as it becomes more about the women than about Jay & Silent Bob. Although, Shannon Elizabeth plays one of the girls, who falls in love with Jay. I love Shannon Elizabeth.
Anyway, they end up with an orangutan, and a bumbling yet tenacious Federal Wildlife Officer (Will Farrell) hot on their trail.
Once they get to Hollywood, the whole thing turns into delicious farce, with surprise cameos, wonderful fight scenes, and the guys stumbling upon the actors who will play them in their film-within-a-film. Hey, any movie that ends with Morris Day & The Time playing live, and logs 248 f-bombs in 104 minutes along the way…it can’t be all bad, right?
This isn’t art, by any stretch of the word. The best way I could describe it would be that it’s a loving thank you note from Kevin Smith to those of us who have supported his films over the years. As a fan, I can say “No, thank YOU for all the laughs.” It’s uneven, but I had a good time. Plus, Shannon Elizabeth. 🙂