
Twelve years is a long time to wait for a sequel. So long in fact, that it’s easy to forget what an era-defining, indie eye-popper Clerks was. Shot in moody monochrome for just $27,000 and pocket change, its stupid-simple concept – slackers shooting the breeze instead of working their McJobs – distilled the pop-culture-but-no-future essence of Generations X, Y and Z. It was smart, it was scabrous, and it had a chick screwing a dead guy in a convenience store bathroom.
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