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Red State... or the day I realised Kevin Smith wasn't god

I am heartbroken... I feel like the little kid who finds out that Santa was just her dad in a costume with a pillow up his shirt.

I LOVE and adore Kevin Smith and his movies. I am an unrepentant fan girl. I have seen every movie he has made multiple times (well except Cop Out but I made it ALL the way through the one time so that's gotta count for something). I quote characters from the View Askewniverse and worship Jason Mewes and his character Jay. I watch videos of Kevin on youtube, I own his book and I have two signed Silent Bob inaction figures. I have even watched the commentary on all the Jersey films! I EVEN LIKED JERSEY GIRL!

So you can imagine my excitement when I heard that Kevin Smith was making a horror movie (Red State). I read every article I could about it, I checked out the cast, watched other movies they'd been in while I waited for Red State to be made. I was dying to see this amazing new movie, one of my favourite movie makers doing a movie in one of my favourite genres, it was a fan girl's wet dream.

Finally two weeks ago I got my hands on a copy of the film, still unsure if it would have a theatrical release in Australia I surrendered and watched it at home. This is where Kevin Smith broke my heart. The acting was good, the characters were ok, the writing was pretty good, the cinematography probably one of his best, but this WAS NOT A HORROR FILM. After all the build up, the anticipation, the excitement. I felt so let down. I was expecting some sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre style film, or even Wrong Turn. It wasn't. I don't know what went wrong. I didn't like it. To me it wasn't a horror film, others may disagree but to me it lacked a certain something. It was suspenseful in places, there was violence, there were some funny jokes. Yet despite all this it left me with the empty feeling of disappointment. Maybe I built it up too much in my head, clearly my expectations of the film were incorrect.

I'm hoping this doesn't mean Kevin and I have to break up. I still love him despite this minor hurdle in our relationship, but he's hurt my feelings and its something I won't soon forget.
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  1. Anonymous24 October 2011 at 09:34

    Someone made me watch all of this guys films once, including Jersey Girl. Was there a lesbian in it? It was a while ago. I should probably watch it again if there was. It's between Mall Rats & Clerks 2 for me personally. Goodbye, horses!

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  2. tif24 October 2011 at 13:16

    Mallrats will always hold a special place in my heart... I also love Dogma! Jay singing in Clerks 2 is definitely one of the best moments of all the films!

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