Friday, November 3, 2017

THE JOHN BRUNI MUSEUM OF MEDIOCRE (AT BEST) SHIT #18: REVIEW OF JAY AND SILENT BOB #4






[What have we here? Another award-winning piece? Somehow I won an honorable mention at that State of Illinois competition sponsored by the Chicago Tribune. I should mention that I had no idea I was nominated for this or for my previous Local Haunts piece. I just showed up to the weekly meeting at the Leader, and my professor thrust my two awards into my unsuspecting hands. I believe I got the honorable mention because I was the only comic book reviewer in the state. They didn’t know what they were looking at, so they threw an honorable mention at me. Anyway, in this review I claim that Kevin Smith doesn’t know his own characters well enough. Oof. Talk about eating my own foot. I didn’t understand his intentions with this comic book. I think I was expecting to see Jay and Silent Bob the way they were in Clerks, when they were just a couple of slackers/drug dealers hanging out in front of a convenience store, rather than the cartoons they became throughout the course of the View Askewniverse (especially when they were made into actual cartoons for a season of that one show). Fuck it. This is from the Elmhurst College Leader November 8, 1999.]


After months and months and months of waiting for the last issue (a nearly legendary delay, even by independent comics’ standards), Jay and Silent Bob #4 finally hit the comic book shops. Unfortunately, it’s not worth the wait.


Artist Duncan Fregredo isn’t the greatest artist in the world. He’s not bad, either, but there are a lot of times when he lapses into a really bad Warren Pleece imitation. He has his good moments, and Jay and Silent Bob really do look like Jason Mewes and Kevin Smith (unlike the renditions in the Clerks comics).


Writer Kevin Smith, made famous through writing and directing Clerks, Mallrats, and Chasing Amy, has decided to give his true fans a treat with the Jay and Silent Bob miniseries. It’s supposed to happen during Chasing Amy through to the beginning of Smith’s new movie, Dogma. However, while it possesses the spirit of the movies, Jay and Silent Bob themselves aren’t consistent with the Jay and Silent Bob of the movies. Granted, they are Smith’s creations, but apparently he doesn’t know them well enough.


While Silent Bob still doesn’t talk at all (he doesn’t even have his one cryptic statement in the end, as per usual with Smith’s movies), and Jay talks too much, they are noticeably less intelligent. Even Silent Bob, who is significantly smarter than Jay, appears to have a moronic streak through him.


The whole point of this miniseries is to follow Jay and Silent Bob as they travel from their home, New Jersey, to Shermer, Illinois. Why are they headed to Shermer? Because that’s where John Hughes set his brat pack comedies, among them The Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles. They want to be the drug connection for Shermer because they probably don’t have one, and if they have troubles with the locals, they’re a bunch of pansies anyway. At least, that’s their reasoning (the only one who escapes this is Judd Nelson, who they think is tough). Never mind that Shermer, as well as Hughes’s characters, are fictional, they believe that it’s all real. Not even Jay, who can be pretty stupid, would think something like that.


Not that all the writing is bad. There’s the time when Jay and Silent Bob went to see an ‘Eighties speed metal band, Forked Tongue. That’s vintage Jay and Silent Bob material. They’re the only two in the audience, and they’re still dancing like crazy (or at least Jay is).


There’s also the point when Smith confronts the fact that yes, Jay and Silent Bob have indeed become icons of America’s youth. The two of them having made it to Shermer (which is really McHenry) are decked out in red, white, and blue Uncle Sam outfits (except the comic’s in black and white), Jay says, “We’re living, breathing icons of the American Dream, Silent Bob!!! True paradigms of the greatness of the United States of America!!!” He follows this up with a loud fart that causes Silent Bob to buy air freshener and spray Jay with it. “What, man?” Jay asks. “Americans fart!” It’s pure Jay and Silent Bob.


If you’re a die-hard Smith fan, you’d better read these comics. They’re apparently an important bridge to the next movie. The “action” will be continued in the theaters, starting Nov. 12, in the movie, Dogma.

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