Chasing Amy (1997)

Review

Chasing Amy

The intro sequence of Chasing Amy, comic book frames of oddly familiar characters, informs us immediately that we are entering the world of Kevin Smith. That world is one over-populated with comic book fanatics, philosophical drug dealers, and ambitionless twenty-somethings. To Smith, the film’s director, that world is New Jersey.

Like characters found in other recent Gen X movies, Smith’s heroes are unjustifiably hip. Chasing Amy there are two groups of characters, Jersey boys afraid of the city, and fixtures of the NYC underground. But regardless of background, every character in Chasing Amy is poised with a witty remark or comical/philosophical riff on love or life. Smith even highlights the (self)-importance of his protagonist, played by Ben Affleck, by unabashedly naming him after the coolest literary character of the twentieth century, Holden Caulfield.

Going well beyond other Gen X movies such as Swingers and Reality Bites, Chasing Amy embraces the new generation with an unparalleled frankness. Although this boy-meets-lesbian love story is more mature than Smith’s earlier work, its never before seen subject matter is indicative of Smith’s predilection for ignoring the taboos of film. Frank discussions of sex and perversion are common in Smith’s world of wordy, quick-paced diatribes long on profanity. Smith tackles this material with characters and situations that come across, despite their wit, as strikingly awkward and realistic. They never have the perfect line to describe their emotions or what they want. Their attempts to riff on their problems en route to solving them display a realistic ineptitude in dealing with serious problems. Either the characters have too much to say or nothing at all, but in all cases the outcome of these slipshod attempts is bad. Although the intermittent stupidity and vulgarity of Smith’s characters is sometimes painful to watch, the film’s refreshing realism is an invaluable experience.

Despite this powerful subtext, Smith’s world is not devoid of humor. Though self-absorbed, all of Smith’s characters are quite amusing, and the plot development, camera work, and editing in Chasing Amy capitalize on the humor in every situation. In one instance, an atypical riff on sexual acts leads to a fierce comparison of sex wounds and a game of one-upmanship that riotously parodies such battle scar comparisons from Lethal Weapon and the adventure film genre. Smith’s hand-held camera and static long takes also serve to focus action within the frame and on the borders, which he uses for comical and emotional effect.

In all cases, Smith’s awkward situations, for both the characters and audience, play off of traditional film structure in which everything fits together seamlessly. In Smith’s world, you can count on only one thing: when Silent Bob (played by Smith himself) finally speaks (and he will) he is going to say something profound.

Not Selena.