Tusk felt like a genuine attempt at trying to make a good movie, and even though the result was a mixed bag, at least Smith put himself out there. I know there’s a better writer, even a better filmmaker in there somewhere. ![]() Smith’s trajectory from the smart and heartfelt Clerks and Chasing Amy to the truly atrocious Yoga Hosers is both fascinating and disappointing. But if you’re going to release them as feature films, at least respect viewers enough to try to make something that makes sense. Look, if you want to make home movies with your friends and family that’s fine. But in amusing himself with gibberish-speaking sausage monsters, Ralph Garman delivering a series of poor celebrity impressions, and terrible attempts at Canadian accents, Smith ends up failing to entertain the audience. The whole “Aren’t we having fun?” vibe just further proves Smith’s admission that he’s no longer making movies for audiences, he’s making them for himself. Johnny Depp hams up the screen each time he arrives, complete with a mole that switches places every minute or so. Both prove distracting, though I guess addressing these issues wouldn’t change much given that the script is so poorly conceived. Smith has never claimed to be a great director, and has been more than candid about his shortcomings in the visual department, but he attempts to add energy to Yoga Hosers by refusing to hold the camera still and by drowning out every scene with score. But Kevin Smith’s lack of directorial vision fails to bring the best out in both actresses, and whatever promise they showed at the beginning is soon overshadowed by a ridiculously dumb story that only gets dumber as the film progresses. Smith is funny and fiery, while Depp shows she has a really serious knack for acting with a turn that’s equal parts sweet, funny, and dangerous. This is made all the more frustrating by that fact that, at least in the film’s first 20 minutes or so, there are signs that Lily-Rose Depp and Harley Quinn Smith could be in for a pair of breakout turns. The three set out to uncover the truth behind these Nazi sausage monsters, leading them on a journey that ends in painfully unfunny, uninteresting fashion with an out-of-nowhere plot twist that takes aim directly at critics. ![]() He shows up early in Yoga Hosers and is essentially the film’s third lead, alongside Harley Quinn and Lily-Rose. When an ancient evil rises from beneath Canada’s crust and threatens their big invitation to a Grade 12 party, the Colleens join forces with a legendary man-hunter from Montreal named Guy Lapointe (Depp) to fight for their lives with, according to the producers, ‘all seven Chakras, one Warrior Pose at a time.Yoga Hosers does have one surprise in store, and that’s in just how much screentime Johnny Depp has reprising his Tusk character, private detective Guy Lapointe. “‘Hosers,’ written by Smith, centers on 15-year-old yoga nuts Colleen Collette (Lily-Rose Depp) and Colleen McKenzie (Harley Quinn Smith), who have an after-school job at a Manitoba convenience store called Eh-2-Zed. The Hollywood Reporter’s synopsis describes “Yoga Hosers” as follows: (The concept that Johnny Depp has a 15-year-old daughter is not as chilling a reminder of our mortality, for some reason.) “ Yoga Hosers,” which Smith refers to as a comic book movie (despite not having any connection to an actual comic book) will co-star Johnny Depp and Johnny Depp’s daughter Lily-Rose Depp. ![]() To remind us all that time is an ever-constant, inescapable force thrusting us far too fast from the cradle to the grave, Kevin Smith is directing a film starring his 15-year-old daughter Harley Quinn.
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