So, Jeff Anderson played Randal in Clerks and Clerks II. Now You Know is a movie he wrote and directed. I wish the memory of this movie would Randal out of my brain for me, much like his character did out the door for Dante.
Now You Know is the story of Jeremy (Jeremy Sisto) and Kerri (Rashida Jones). The film opens after a (rather insulting to Anderson in my opinion) title card that reads "Kevin Smith Presents Now You Know" is presented to us. Jeremy is having a bachelor party and hints around that he has an announcement. Either to build suspense, or perhaps torment the viewer with the promise of something exciting only to let the viewer down, his friend talks him out of making this announcement so that everyone can continue to get drunk, bang the hooker and have a good time. Later, it is revealed that Kerri called off the wedding, but did not explain why. Rather than just asking why, a 102 minute film ensues in which we alternate back and forth between Jeremy and his friends and Kerri and her friends, all all kinds of boring conversation happens. Also, and not really having anything to do with the plot, are Gil and Biscuit. They break in to houses and rearrange paintings and furniture to scare resident into patronizing their friend's home security company. That is when they are not mowing lawns and drinking at 7:30am or waxing philosophic about relationships, marriage, etc.
I don't give a shit about anyone in this film. Not one person. It's not the actors' fault. Everyone was just fine (almost everyone has plenty of experience). Even Anderson (who plays Gil) was fine. However, it seemed like the script was specifically crafted to resemble a Kevin Smith script. Two things happened. One: it failed. Not nearly as clever or interesting. Two: there was really no character development or background. Instead, I was planted in the middle of these God awful boring conversations with people I did not know, who bemoan their lives amongst friends but never talk to the person that might actually give them any fucking answers. There was also this incredibly bad music in the background whenever characters would spend 15 minutes reciting boring dialogue (which was basically the whole film). As a side note, there apparently was no access to any realistic looking liquor for the film. The Marker's Mark foamed like tea and the Alabama Slammers were as red and translucent as cranberry juice.
I can't really recommend this. I can't really bring myself to call it crap, as it is certainly not in same league as the other films that adorn that category. But you're only going to be angry at it.
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