Thanks to my surprisingly contrarian adoration of Kevin Smith
(amongst critics, at least), I sat down for Yoga Hosers
filled with curious excitement. One Kevin Smith
movie packs more personality than some filmmakers produce over an entire career, and his daddy-daughter feature teased bizarre delicacies beyond Earthly words.
Alas, my take on Smith’s Canadian zero-to-hero nightmare aligns with most other negative views, but it’s still an admirably passionate project that I salute the renegade director for tackling. Smith takes tremendous creative risks every time he pens a script, and sometimes they become Clerks
, or Tusk
, or Zack And Miri Make A Porno
, while other times they’re Yoga Hosers
. It’s a numbers game, really.
So – regrettably – let’s get to the not fun part.Yoga Hosers
is a hollow genre mashup that can be best described as Buzzfeed meets Jem And The Holograms
meets a neat-enough podcast discussion.