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I love Kevin Smith! (I know: insert eye roll here.) But I do. The man gave me many laughs all through high school and college; and anyone who knows me-laughs mean all the world to me. Even yesterday, I was quoting Mallrats (“Foc-us”) and I can't tell you how often I quote Clerks ("I'm not even supposed to be here today.") I think of the milk maids often and the search for the longest expiration date with everything in life. Chasing Amy is one of my favorite films of all time. I also brought my mother into the Askewniverse with Dogma. It is her all time favorite movie, and brought about one of her overused comeback: “Where was God? Probably playing Skeetball somewhere.”
But, I have to admit that I’ve become disenchanted by him for the last couple of years. I adored the Askewniverse, but Jersey Girl was not up my alley (I fell asleep 6 times before I finished it). I madly enjoyed his Evening With DVDs. I didn’t quit paying attention though. I joined twitter roughly a year ago and immediately began following him. He’s just as hysterical as any fan remembers. Then the news rang out that he was doing a horror film; my FAVORITE genre (a post about that later). However, just a horror film was not enough to reinvigorate my love for that Kevin Smith. No, it was him simply arguing with crazy and the inspiration behind one of his characters of Red State .
I have spent countless minutes and hours venting to family members about Westboro Baptist Church and their picketing families’ private, mourning tragedies. (Feel free to Google them, but I must warn you: if you fall in the line of thinking “love one another as I have loved you,” you will be disgusted to say the least). Last week I was able to view Mr. Smith going back and forth with members of the Phelps family and I was elated. I truly believe you get nowhere by arguing with crazy, but it sure is entertaining.
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