Of Kevin Smith’s ‘Jersey Trilogy,’ Mallrats is the last one that I saw. I had been told that it was stupid, that it was just not Clerks. True – most of Mallrats is pretty stupid and it isn’t Clerks, but it was goddamn funny. Way funnier than Clerks in a lot of places. I was expecting something like a Pauly Shore movie but it was more like a Mike Meyers movie (is that good or bad?)
Shannen Doherty doesn’t suck as much as I expected. Lots of good dialogue like Clerks. (I’m pretty sure that the conversation about Superman’s sperm was stolen from a short story written by Larry Niven, but who cares?) It was also good to see Terri from Three’s Company in a film. Last I heard, she was doing soft porn on Skinemax.
Malls suck for guys. I can’t get my boyfriend into a mall – not even if I promise to try on things at Fredericks of Hollywood for an hour. That is what’s so refreshing about Mallrats – it asks the question, “What if guys liked to hang out at the mall?” Well, they would…well, I’ll let you find that out…But let me tell you one thing – if the mall near me had a comic book store, it would be a lot easier to get my boyfriend to go.