THE LITTLE THINGS: Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back (Kevin Smith, 2001)

Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back... uh... Kevin Smith's wife and daughter are in it.


I really like Jay's signature... and the fact that Kevin Smith is president.

THE LITTLE THINGS: Dogma (Kevin Smith, 1999)

According to the official record, Dogma is the first "swear-friendly" movie I ever watched on my own accord (the little glimpses I caught of whatever child-inappropriate cinema my dad was watching don't really count as I never really saw enough to follow the plotline).

Every "f-bomb" Jay detonated really felt like one to my innocent ten-year-old self, and I thought the term "skeletons in the closet" actually related to osteology. Ah, my youth. The weird thing being that I know I saw Stand By Me long before I ever saw Dogma, and Dogma's like a limp little swear biscuit compared to SBM's rapid-fire cuss-tard.

(Sorry, I keep thinking in a British accent and it's really impeding my ability to metaphorize. All metaphors sound right brilliant in a British accent!)

Yeah, but here's some things you might not have noticed if you don't have the crippling reverse of Attention Deficit Disorder like me:





I, too, would hang out in airports if they had booths like that.





You can't really make out the signs, but I love how contemptuous Steve-Dave and Fanboy look of the other protesters.



'Nuff said.

THE LITTLE THINGS: Chasing Amy (Kevin Smith, 1997)

Chasing Amy is best when it stops trying to force its overly-melodramatic (and possibly GLAAD-offensive?) bi-curious plot-twists to work, and instead just lets itself be silly and fun.

(So when Ben Affleck is not in the frame.)

Here are some funny little things:



(Re: the doors, but why do young people in movies always seem have weird, expensive-looking sorts of corporate modern art in their overly spacious pads?)





...In the credit "thanks":



And as a Mallrats corollary:



(There is a direct line of influence between that quote and the three seasons of My Name is Earl I've watched/forced myself through.)

THE LITTLE THINGS: Mallrats (Kevin Smith, 1995)

I want that jacket, and one of these hats:



(Baby-size.)



(The hilarity stemming from how "Woody Woodpecker" sounds more like a porno than "Shannon Hamilton.")

THE LITTLE THINGS: Clerks (the credits)

Like everyone else who had a young adulthood, I love Clerks.

But additionally, only like those fortunately-less-numerous others who too lead a bleak and terribly depressing existence, I love also the credits for Clerks: