Review by Andrew Hicks
2½ stars out of 4
MALLRATS is the follow-up to Kevin Smith's acclaimed
unrated extravaganza CLERKS and it left me with two prevailing
impressions -- this guy's a genius but he's also a sellout. The beauty
of his debut film was that it didn't adhere to all the conventions of
popular cinema. MALLRATS, on the other hand, is driven by formulaic
Hollywood romance rules, even down to the cheesy keyboard music
featured in the background during serious dialogue. As far as that
aspect of the plot goes, we've been there, done that plenty of times
and know exactly what's going to happen ahead of time, but
MALLRATS at least partially redeems itself by integrating the
worn twentysomething romance theme with Smith's truly unique
humor and Tarantinoesque dialogue.
MALLRATS is centered around that pillar of modern
American society, the shopping mall, where Generation X'ers with
nothing better to do go to hang out. That's how you know it's a
movie, because in real life, mall demographics are at least 75% junior
high kids sneaking cigarettes and kicking off every sentence with the
phrase "Oh... my... God!" Here we have slackers like T.S. (Jeremy
London) and Brody (Jason Lee) wandering around the mall after
being dumped by their girlfriends, who both conveniently turn up at
the mall. T.S.' ex, Brandi, was in love with him but was pressured into
the breakup by her game show host father. Brody's ex, Renee
(Shannen Doherty), broke up with him because all he ever did
was read comics and play Sega games.
The plot revolves around the taping of Brandi's dad's game
show at the mall (another interesting coincidence) and the sabotage
thereof by CLERKS holdovers Jay and Silent Bob. Renee, meanwhile,
is being wooed by a mall manager who finds women on the rebound
and "screws them in an uncomfortable place." ("The backseat of a
Volkswagon?") As with any wacky comedy, though, the plot is
secondary to a series of wacky situations, including an assault on the
Easter bunny, an appearance by Marvel Comics artist Stan Lee, and a
topless fortune teller, along with those Tarantino-inspired dialogues
about everything from how Superman could impregnate Lois Lane to
Brody's "smelly palm" trick. These sequences are original and funny
and make the movie worth watching, even if the reliance on a
conventional formula to tie it all together ultimately brings the
viewing experience down. MALLRATS is an unusual marriage
between creativity and cliche.
Copyright © 1996 Andrew Hicks
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