#8: Clerks — dir. Kevin Smith
I’ve already pretty much said all I can say about this film here: http://www.pajiba.com/think_pieces/our-cinematic-autobiography-clerks.php
This was inspirational to me, for good or for bad. I’ve followed Kevin Smith’s career my whole life. And then I got bored with him. And now he’s starting to do interesting stuff again. I’m curious about Tusk. I don’t know if it’s just sort of a throwaway or if it’s legit got potential. If it’ll mean something, or if it’s just crazy.
I’ve always aspired to follow the Kevin Smith arc in my life. But I don’t think I have. Now as I approach my 37th year (37!), I’m curious. I always had the kind of pioneer spirit. Only I’ve been a bit of a pussy about it. I’ve been Dante, and I’ve got to knock that shit off. I sit around bitching and pissing and moaning about how everything is so unfair and how life just keeps shitting on me. But I did this all to myself. I opened the fucking store today. My job can be done by a monkey. I don’t pay attention to what I have. And that’s kind of fucking lame.
I need to get back to that place where I’m fucking ready to bet everything — where I’ll build up massive credit card debt to make a shitty black and white film with barely any action just for something I believe in. I can do that again. And this kind of paved the way.
Also, Kevin Smith sort of went through a blue period. Well, his was more green. He got all weed obsessed and then just kind of became Colonel Kurtz. Well, I went through my red period. Mine was all anger and frustration and paranoia. I’m trying real hard to be the shepherd, Ringo. And remembering my roots helps.