It is every critics dream to see an absolutely terrible film. 

The moment can finally arise from the ashes left after two hours of unbearable dribble to sharpen the pencils and have the vengeance that every audience member wishes to accost the filmmaker with in the parking lot of the theatre. With a tire iron. 

To witness pitiful acting, coupled with dreary cinematography, and a cameraman better left to shooting sex tapes, a critic can vanquish the dreams of a filmmaker with one simple stroke of the key. And it feels so good. To let out the diabolical and callous phrases that brings tears to the director’s eye on Friday morning can make the weekend a little brighter for movie-goers. It is truly a time to be merciless and remorseless.

This was not a terrible film. 

This was Zack. And Miri. Who together make a porno. 

A timeless tale of two life-long friends who have sex while shooting a pornographic film in order  to pay off the insurmountable debt they somehow accumulate manages to be one of the most touching love stories Kevin Smith has ever made. Yes, even better than Jersey Girl. 

Zack and Miri Make A Porno is reminiscent of the time Smith made films about comic geeks who get laid by lesbians and an uncle with a gerbil problem. For anyone who understands that people like sex (and have it) and can stomach over two hundred phrases uttering the f-word in under two hours, you are obviously a Smith fan and will obviously see this movie. You don’t need a critic telling you to see it. You don’t need four stars. You just need to know this is a film that brings back the Kevin Smith era of filmmaking where you don’t get the feeling he’s selling out. He just being absolutely crude. And I couldn’t stop laughing.