Has the lazy, bric-a-brac atmosphere of one of those blown-off movies made during down time on some bigger affair. full review
Unlike, say, American Pie 2 or the Scary Movie franchise, there's obvious intelligence at work behind the stupidity. full review
I admit to enjoying -- in a drunken, half-asleep kind of way -- parts of this ramshackle road movie with its running Miramax guest stars and its endless homo jokes. full review
Smith, coming off the madly audacious Dogma, knows that he's slumming this time and revels in it. full review
The picture lacks the mix of innocence and savagery that branded [Smith's] other films.
In keeping with the Smith rules, the movie is irreverent, self-referential, twisted, cheap and tasteless. And, of course, I mean that as the highest compliment.
In addition to being [Smith's] filthiest, this is his most free-associative movie. In spite of and because of its homemade look, it's also his funniest. full review
A desperate attempt by Kevin Smith to pay homage to himself in a self-consciously left-handed way. full review
A dumbfounding, cameo-peppered road comedy that demeans everyone associated with it. full review
The originality and intelligence that made Smith's Clerks and Chasing Amy such refreshing pleasures are all but absent.
Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back is less a satire of the crass product Hollywood hurls at us than a reflection of it.
Not clever enough for Smith fans, not gross enough to compete on the Farrelly brothers' ground, the movie feels like a kind of self-congratulatory fake. full review
Deliciously inane, transcendentally outrageous and purposely preposterous, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back is destined to be seen by some as the greatest cinematic achievement of the year.
Kevin Smith's movies are either made specifically for you, or specifically not made for you. If you read this review without a smile or a nod of recognition, I would recommend Rush Hour 2, which is for everybody or nobody, you tell me. full review
While Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back can't be called hard-hitting, it's both freeform enough and free-swinging enough to make contact with the series' original anarchic impulses.
This ramshackle affair unspools like a bloopers reel of stag-party outtakes culled from Smith's four previous movies: Clerks, Mallrats, Chasing Amy and Dogma. full review
All that's required to enjoy this crazily engaging comedy is to be somewhere near Smith's twisted Gen X wavelength.
Like The Blues Brothers, this film has a ridiculous conceit that doesn't quite work. full review
The relentless torrent of foul language--and not just from Jay--becomes numbing and finally makes the film seem more crass than amusing. full review