
So it’s a Monday afternoon and I’m drinking in bed because I’m a grown-ass man and you’re not the boss of me, when suddenly an iPhone buzz announces an email from Vince. Furious that my spam filter isn’t working, I open it to read the following headline: Kevin Smith to Reinvent the Sequel by Beginning ‘Clerks 3′ as a Fan-Influenced Book. Lickety-split, I threw my Pimm’s Cup at a housekeeper of dubious ethnicity and dove for my laptop.
Let’s just take a look at some of these block quotes.
I haven’t talked about this yet. I want to do Clerks 3 as a book first. I want to do it in episodic chapters, so that as I release it people can read the whole thing, see what it would look like. I get to go inside the characters’ heads, tell year one origin stories. The first chapter is Dante and Randal meeting in kindergarten…all the stuff I can’t do in a movie. I’m a stoner [GUHHH – Ed.], so I want to investigate the inner life of every character, and I can’t do that in 90 minutes.
“I wonder what Dante and Randal were like in kindergarten” is what I imagine my ex-girlfriend screaming during yacht sex with her new Brazilian boyfriend. I don’t quite know what that means either, but just know that I find the query both completely irrelevant and yet utterly torturous given the circumstances. And the reason, Kevin, that you can’t do kindergarten Dante in a movie is because no one cares. Sure, if Quentin Tarantino made a movie about Vincent Vega and Jules Winfield in kindergarten, the world would explode. Babies in bespoke suits washing baby brains off their baby hands is a priori awesome. What are we supposed to do with baby Dante? “Hey everybody, look at this whiny baby in a Cosby sweater. He wasn’t even supposed to BE here today!” F*ck that baby and f*ck you, Kevin.
Also, didn’t you already make Clerks: The TV Show, Clerks: The Animated Series and Clerks: The Comics? Weren’t those episodic? So, to be clear, you already once before chopped-up the dead horse you’ve been beating, and now you’re announcing that you’re going to finely dice it too?
If I’m doing it in pieces as opposed to just writing one big fat book, I’ll be honest with you, the audience is going to influence it as I read each chapter. And I know a lot of people are going to be like, ‘Well that’s ridiculous, it should be your artistic statement,’ but my whole thing, my leitmotif [Pssh, more like “weight-motif” – Ed.], my entire career has been about audience interactivity.
Your career was launched due to your own hard work and ability to stretch a shoe-string budget. There wasn’t an audience to interact with then, so I’m not sure what you’re even saying here. You can’t just call your recent pandering “leitmotif” and think you’ll get away with it. Also, how dare you make me ask Siri what “late motif” means. Bitch probably thinks she’s better than me now.
For me to kind of write [Clerks 3] episodically, and let people read it chapter-by-chapter, and then pipe in…it could actually allow me to change direction. And again, I know there are a lot of people out there going “Why would you want to? You’re an artist,” well now I’m a New Media artist, and the New Media artist involves the audience, and that’s something I’ve been doing for like nearly twenty years at this point anyway. And if I’m working on this book version, I think that’d be fun to be influenced by the audience every step of the way.
“I am here to announce for the first time that I am now a New Media artist. Which I, uhhh, always have been. Even back then, when New Media didn’t exist.” Look, Clerks 3 is already the embodiment of a cash-grab from a man with nothing more to say, so perhaps it’s fitting that Kevin Smith would decide to just turn it into some sort of sycophantic Mad Libs. Here, let’s try it: “Meanwhile at the Quick Stop, Dante whines like a bitch while Silent Bob just f*cking stands there.” Boom. Scene One in the bag.
In closing, the poster for Clerks 3 should just be a picture of Kevin Smith shrugging while farting.
[Via Movies.com]



Kevin Smith is like “oh you like Clerks huh? Well I’m gonna make you hate it! And it’ll be your fault!! I win, New Media!”
So I guess he’s been watching ‘The Office’ the last four years and taking notes.
Also I feel if weed is made legal it should come with a warning: hazard may make you into a pretentious self indulgent douche bag that gets luckily once every fifteen years
I believe what he’s trying to say is that he wants other people to write the thing that is going to make him a lot of money so that he doesn’t have to write it and when anyone hates it, he can blame it on the people who wrote it while he counts the money.
de Moné!
The money’s not “for you.”
And the subtext of that subtext is that he is totally out of ideas.
This is probably the most bulletproof plan someone has ever come up with while high.
Chareth, I’m gonna’ need you to review every individual chapter of this impending disaster.
Typical woman trying to break the poor guy’s spirit.
Total catfish, bro. Prolly a 35 year old male version of Janene Garafalo behind that avatar.
Jesus, he’s writing a book now? He’s really gonna pad that fucker by adding “and shit” to the end of every sentence.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times and shit.”
To be, or not to be… And shit
And so it goes. And shit.
Call me Dante and shit.
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore. And shit.”
M-O-O-N! That spells and shit!
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past and shit.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather and shit.
Curiouser and curiouser and shit.
The Rest is Silence and Shit: The Silent Bob Story.
I’m your huckleberry, and shit.
He loved Big Brother and shit.
War. War never changes and shit.
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice and shit.
Dune. Quick Stop and shit.
So Jesus went to Judea and spoke and broke bread and shit.
We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.…
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back. And shit.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy and shit.
Rorschach’s Journal, October 12th, 1985. Tonight, a comedian died in New York and shit.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of
lather, and shit..
Rosebud and shit
Call me Ishmael and shit.
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED AND SHIT?
Now is the winter of our discontent and shit.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven and shit.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light and shit.
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting and shit.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect and shit.
Can you hammer a six-inch spike through a board with your penis and shit?
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead and shit.
Is good to be the king and shit.
Tell me about the rabbits and shit, George
Fatboy should know that outside of the comic book world origin stories are known as ugly people having sex on VHS.
Unless it’s Casino Royale. WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW!?
I wish Kevin Smith would just stop,he’s almost (or maybe has already) reached George Lucas like levels of ruining his own creations
I’m so ready for Kevin Smith to just go away already.
So what Chareth is saying here is that Smith is to him as Tarantino is to Underball.
At first I thought it was kind of funny, then these (3 so far right?) posts grew on me. A large part has to go to Kevin Smith and his inability to go away after he says he’s going away forever.
” I think that’d be fun to be influenced by the audience every step of the way.”
You know, because it worked soooooo well for Snakes on a Plane.
Hey guys, c’mon.
It worked for Lucas. Showing established characters as kids? Remember how well THAT turned out?
First thing that came to mind when reading this.
Awesome, Ace! My wife and I saw Patton live when she was 8 months pregnant. She laughed so hard she almost had him prematurely. We told him this after the show and he said “If that happens, you need to name him Patton.”
The littlest clerks will corner the market in, like, diapers and shit.
Clerks Babies? Don’t give him any ideas, Ace.
Seriously, who gives a f*ck anymore.
Jason Mewes?
Look, this is a stupid idea. But any sort of criticism from Chareth Cutestory is irrelevant because he sucks infinitely more than Kevin Smith.
I just wish Kevin Smith would stick to the 2-3 podcasts he does that are actually good. He makes enough money from that. Stop pimping yourself out to anyone with a dollar and let your past works rest.
Lo-lee-ta, ‘n shit: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate and shit like that to tap, at three, on the teeth and shit. Lo. Lee. Ta… And shit like that. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock and shit. She was Lola in my flicks. She was Dolly at school and shit like that. She was was Dolores on the dotted line ‘n shit. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor, or shit like that? She did, indeed she did, folks. Shit, in point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea ‘n’ shit. Oh when? Psh, shit, about as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer (lol I’m a stoner). You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style ‘n’ shit like that. Folks of the jury, exhibit number one is what the critics, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns and shit.
::standing ovation::
‘n shit.
(picnic, lightning and shit)
First, the internet lauds Hit Girl as super awesome despite clearly being a sociopath who will never be able to function in normal society. Then Chareth suggests that kindergarten children washing brains off themselves and wearing suits would be awesome.
Don’t have kids, Internet. You know, for those that are allowed to be near them
If every great character was a well-adjusted person who related well to others in society, we’d have some boring ass movies.
Fair enough, but there’s something particularly disturbing about movies that celebrate it in children. Hit Girl for instance, didn’t choose to be a murdering vigilante like the Punisher or Batman (you know people die even if he doesn’t mean it). She’s forced into it by a Nicholas Cage-level crazy dad. And the only person that finds a girl forced into a lifestyle of murderous vigilantism wrong is the cop friend.
I take your point. I chose “washing baby brains off their baby hands” because it was alliterative. I should have probably gone with “debating the merits of foot massages versus eating pussy.”
Hit Girl is *supposed* to be disturbing. It’s satire. It’s trying to point out that you should be careful wishing for more realistic superheroes, because if you actually think about the concept, it’s pretty fucked up.
@Vince, which makes the people that celebrate it all the worse. Either way, I stand by my original point. Stay away from kids and shit, Internet
If your going to do that at least put and shit at the end!
One thing’s for sure. Kevin Smith definitely has the “ancient aliens” look developing rather nicely.
@Be One, while the spambots seem to have become self aware, they’re not that self aware.
And shit.
“Why would you want to? You’re an artist,”
Guh. I think you heard that hypothetical question wrong, Kevin. What they said was “You’re a Fartist”