Kevin Smith

Makes a surprisingly convincing case for Dante and Randal as characters worthy of a revisit once a decade.

Americans shouldn't have to feel comfortable with the thought of kicking back and having a beer with their President, but it's not a bad criterion for a comedy filmmaker, and Smith is that guy.

Smith has made a film with the potential to improve gender relations—without sacrificing his profane style.

Guaranteed to entertain actual "clerks" and those who have outgrown slackerdom to look back in bemused fondness at wasted time.

Once you've boogied out to Harold Faltermeyer's self-parodic "Axel F"-style music, it's all downhill from there.

The weakest of the three. It fails at taking its own emotional logic that seriously; the drama is embarrassingly schmaltzy and the humor hacky. Feels like a parody of itself.