As a fan of Kevin smith, I really wanted to enjoy this film, but it was just not my cup of tea. Maybe that’s because the writer/director has stated repeatedly –even at the conception of the project— that he wrote this film specifically for tween girls. Problem is tween girls don’t know who he is. The demographic of a smith audience ranges between the ages 25 and (I don’t know) 50 who long for another one of his expletive filled emotional ode to the 80’s film, like Mallrats and Clerks.
Hopefully over time, the audience Smith sought to impress with this film will discover a would be cult gem to entertain themselves during slumber parties or while on a babysitting job. What sucks is that they will never have the experience of walking the aisle of a video store and stumbling upon Yoga Hosers inadvertently. Instead, they’ll have to scroll through a browser of a streaming device or kiosk which takes away from the nostalgia of camp horror films and the many time stamped references cloaked in modernism that will fly way over their millennial heads.
The fact that Kevin Smith wrote Yoga Hosers on a whim is quite impressive. I listen to a few of his podcasts and once he conceived the idea of a spin off for Tusk, he within a short amount of time had the script for Yoga Hosers ready to ship around for funding. His wanting to create movies he would want to watch should not degregate his knowledge of film and most importantly his writing abilities. He is by far one of the best screenwriters in Hollywood today. Seriously. I fully believe that there is more than meets the eye with Mr. Smith than many give him credit for ( especially in the recent years). Movies like Tusk or Yoga Hosers may not show off this talent in box office sales, but they showcase his ability to create something new.
To think out of the box.
Not everyone has to like what Kevin Smith creates. The only problem here is the scale by which he is measured. Audiences, us older than thirty, who watched as Miramax gave birth to Tarantino, Rodriguez, and Smith want that good ol feeling again. When the imaginative became a mainstream commodity and not the regurgitation of past Hollywood successes.