If only they didn’t spend their money on stupid shit. And if only they had been honest about their true feelings for one another from the very start.
Zack & Miri are old friends from grade school who have been living together for years. They already act like a married couple but have never fooled around. Despite giving clear outward signals there is no mutual sexual interest, because this is a formulaic romantic comedy it’s blatantly obvious they’re living in denial. Beyond casual encounters with other, mostly unseen partners, they are both very single. Considering their charmless personalities, it’s not surprising.
She works at the local mall and doesn’t have any girlfriends. He works in a coffee shop run by a tyrannical stereotype and is pals with an overly sensitive co-worker Delaney (Craig Robinson) married to one of his own (Tisha Campbell-Martin). None of them are happy with their employment.
Zack (Seth Rogen) & Miri (Elizabeth Banks) are deeply irresponsible. Despite a growing mountain of unpaid bills they waste the little money they earn on expensive sex toys. Soon, they lose their power, their heat and even their running water. They resort to burning those unpaid bills to keep warm during a typically cold Pittsburgh winter. It’s a miracle they haven’t been evicted.
While getting undressed to try on some outfits for their upcoming 10-year high school reunion at the coffee shop after work, a couple of creepy teen customers make an unauthorized cell phone video of Miri wearing only her unsexy underwear.
The video ends up being posted online, goes viral (really?) and suddenly she’s known as “Granny Panties”. At the reunion, Zack encounters Brandon St. Randy (Justin Long channeling George Takei), a pretentious gay porn star who makes a good living at it in Los Angeles.
Meanwhile, Miri embarrasses herself in front of a disinterested old crush named Bobby Long (Christopher Reeve wannabe Brandon Routh). It’s immediately apparent she’s wasting her time. You know he’s gay well before we learn he’s secretly dating the porn star. (He’s more out in LA than in Pittsburgh.)
Suddenly inspired, Zack gives Miri the hard sell on a possible solution to their self-inflicted financial woes. Why don’t we make our own porn film? Paris Hilton did it and she’s an idiot! (The perfume joke is really funny.) Joe Francis built a whole questionable empire and he’s a dick! (Another funny observation.) Your parents are dead, Miri. My grandparents are dead. Who could we possibly embarrass?
I have a problem with this last rationale. What’s wrong with making sex films? Why is such an idea shameful? I’m reminded of Bucky Larson’s parents, of all people, who built an entire career in their younger days documenting their own sex life on camera. It’s why Bucky suddenly bolts for L.A. to become a porn star himself. They’re proud of their work. He’s inspired. The only reason to become an adult actor is because you’re a exhibitionist who loves sex. You’re not necessarily guaranteed an enormous salary. Most porn actors are not rich.
Zack thinks if they can just make a film that their old classmates would buy it would erase all their debts. Here’s a better idea. Stop buying overpriced Fleshlights and vibrators and pay your fuckin’ bills on time. Use your hands like everybody else.
Struggling to come up with a decent concept, Zack eventually settles on a goof on Star Wars which admittedly has some funny elements like R2-D2 with an exposed saggy nutsack (the visual is funny) and has franchise potential. (They’ve already come up with three additional story ideas.) The proposed film is cast with real-life porn stars both past (the notorious Traci Lords) and present (the sweet, helium-voiced cutie Katie Morgan), as well as a space cadet with an insta-boner and a ready-made porn alias he won’t use (frequent Kevin Smith collaborator Jason Mewes) along with Zack & Miri themselves.
Unable to self-fund the doomed project, Zack begs and ultimately convinces his coffee house colleague Delaney to forget about buying that flatscreen TV and invest in Star Whores instead. Clerks jerk Jeff Anderson, who is thankfully less talkative this time, is recruited to shoot the thing. Perhaps that gross-out gag is cinematic payback for all the times he acted like a dick in his most famous role. The set-up is funnier than the pay-off, though.
Because the movie is set in Pittsburgh, there are all kinds of Dawn Of The Dead references from the mall where the invasion takes place to the name of an amateur hockey team (Monroeville Zombies) to the casting of special effects legend Tom Savini as a shady studio owner who deliberately rents space in his already sold property to the would-be pornographers. As he bolts for Florida with an extra 800 in his pocket, the team returns in horror the next day to see bulldozers destroying the building. They cleaned up all that shit for nothing.
Nursing their wounds in the coffee shop, Zack is suddenly thankful he’s a shitty employee with a paranoid boss. Noticing the secret surveillance camera installed in the back for the very first time, he excitedly suggests to the deflated gang scrapping the potentially funny Star Whores premise since they’ve lost all their props and costumes and replacing it instead with one set in his place of business. This is not a good idea.
As we watch the filming, it’s painfully clear no one in the real world would want to see such a sloppy, unsexy production even for free, making the corporate video credit cookie at the end a total wish fulfillment. (The tongue gag is funny, though.) It’s hard to make fun of a business that already has a self-deprecating sense of humour. Part of the reason people enjoy professionally made porn is that it is intentionally silly as well as intensely sexual. When Delaney points out that “this is the worst porn film I’ve ever seen”, it’s too on the nose. Swallow My Cockuccino (bad title) is boring. This should’ve been as brilliant as Ed Wood’s reenacted shooting of Plan 9 From Outer Space. But it has no imagination or little courage to be truly outrageous.
Then again, imagine if they actually made a real good one that had some cleverness and genuine sex appeal. Raining coffee beans on naked people is just weird.
Because Zack And Miri Make A Porno is a Kevin Smith joint, beneath the endless stream of bleepable language, which grows tired very quickly and is starting to feel like a desperate writing crutch for a middle-aged man with a lot of juvenile ideas, is a disappointingly conservative film about love and sex. What is wrong with being polyamourous?
When Miri learns that Zack is going to have onscreen sex with Morgan, she gets offended but doesn’t reveal the real reason why. (It has nothing to do with sexism.) For his part, Zack does not want Miri having an on-screen bonk with Lester, the Jason Mewes character. The whole thing’s a ruse anyway to get back at her eventual husband. It’s only during their fight that he finally proclaims her love for her which does not result in a “I love you” return. That is a very half-hearted “Wait!”, lady. What’s with all the possessiveness and controlling behaviour?
The turning point is when they shoot their own sex scene which is neither comedic nor arousing but definitely awkward. (Why are they looking at the camera so much?) As a rare Live song Smith has been trying to license for one of his movies for years plays on the soundtrack (it was not worth the wait), still wearing most of their clothing they make love, not fuck, as Zack accurately asserts later on. Now fully aware that they’re in love with each other but too immature, stubborn and idiotic to have an adult conversation about it, they instead have the obligatory fight based entirely on a misunderstanding you can already see coming during a Pixies song. Of course, that leads to a long separation (three months), a couple more misunderstandings and the eventual reconciliation.
Zack And Miri Make A Porno was Smith’s attempt to fictionalize and somewhat satirize the making of Clerks. After he closed up his convenience store for the night, he spent the after hours inside making his debut flick just like Zack and Delaney at their coffee house. It was also supposed to be Seth Rogen’s breakthrough movie. But while still working on the screenplay, Rogen was already a star thanks to Knocked Up.
Then, it was supposed to be his own monster hit, something that has eluded the cult filmmaker his entire career. It did about the usual modest but profitable business his films almost always do. He blamed Harvey Weinstein’s lack of advertising muscle. I find it interesting that this was the final straw regarding his long professional relationship with a now convicted serial rapist.
Despite mostly good reviews (including one from the usually supportive Roger Ebert), Zack And Miri Make A Porno is actually one of his worst features, albeit slightly better than Mallrats and the embarrassing Tusk. While not as godawful as Yoga Hosers which remains his benchmark of crap, it lacks genuine heart (Zack is particularly mean and sleazy) and consistently solid jokes. (Good soundtrack, though, which also includes famous cuts from Primus, Blondie and Jermaine Stewart.) Most of the few laughs here come in the first half (although the name of Delaney’s production company is the strongest joke in the second). Released in 2008, it already feels dated, and its weak romance plot is thoroughly predictable.
There’s this annoying thing where Smith will have a progressive view on a touchy subject like racism or homosexuality but that gets negated by characters acting racist or homophobic. One of the teen creeps in the coffee shop calls Zack a “faggot” but shortly thereafter there’s Zack himself being very supportive and curious about Brandon and Bobby and gay sex in general as if that entirely erases what we just heard in the earlier scene. Delaney gets absurdly bent at his Indian boss about being asked to work on Black Friday. But as the boss exits in a huff Zack makes fun of his prominent accent. You can’t have it both ways.
Zack & Miri Make A Porno is one of the many Hollywood films that fought to get a NC-17 rating reduced to an R. Thanks to a rule change, after failing a few times to make satisfactory cuts to get the lower, contractually obligated rating, Smith had an opportunity for a final MPAA screening with different board members and to directly compare racier elements of his film to others like Taking Lives and Jackass Number Two to show that Porno was being held to an unfair, different standard.
He won his appeal. He got to release another terrible movie as is.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Tuesday, January 26, 2021
3:41 a.m.
Shut Up, Bitch
How dare you express such a joyful release
Don’t you know chaos is better than peace
Save your relief for a private cry
You better accept I’m an unreasonable guy
I singled you out just for fun
But then you got fired so the damage is done
Now I’m the victim they all choose to blame
Don’t tell me my whining is incredibly lame
I’m not at all responsible for drawing this attention
Sign up for my Substack, I should probably mention
I’m a Mean Girl living in an asshole’s body
It’s not my fault I’m petty and snotty
As I lurch ever closer to the fools on the right
I sharpen my invective and dip it in spite
My agenda is clear, it’s all performative acts
I’ve perfected the discarding of inconvenient facts
They ask me about Trump, I say he wasn’t so bad
Now I wonder why everybody’s so mad
Just because I ignore most of his human rights abuses
And continually make these ridiculous excuses
You defended your words, your real reasoning laid bare
But I have a Pulitzer and I don’t fucking care
I used you for projection and to set a tone
They’re censoring me again yet you can still hear me moan
You shouldn’t have lost your job, of course
But it’s not in my character to show you remorse
I’m as brilliant now as the day is long
I don’t believe that I’ve ever been wrong
Hunter Biden’s laptops, my biggest scoop in years
The kind of huge story that defines careers
They wouldn’t let me tell it which I absolutely hate
I don’t need an editor, mye speling iss grate
So what if I didn’t quite nail it all down
I made a lot of noise all over town
Those aren’t critiques, their vicious attacks
Don’t forget to subscribe to my brand new Substack
You’ve landed on your feet as I continue to break
If I keep this up they’ll start believing I’m fake
My ego is so fragile it’s made of glass
Have some pity for this pompous ass
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Friday, January 29, 2021
9:32 p.m.