Well, to put it in terms a Kevin Smith fan might readily understand, the original Clerks was the equivalent of a cinematic cherry-popping. It was ugly, awkward, a bit uncomfortable, and at times tried a little too hard, but it felt so goddamn good that you could overlook its imperfections. Clerks II, on the other hand, feels more like your 10th time: The thrusting is more rhythmic, it’s more artistically adept, prettier, more fluid and self-aware, and very nearly as amusing as the original, but the allure and mystery is gone; that overriding sense of discovery is lost. But, really, 10th time or first: you’re still getting laid and, while the lust may have faded a bit, adoration and affection have sprung in its place.
and i fucking missed clerks II.
