Not exact matches
Kevin Smith doesn't ever really commit to whether he thinks everything is a joke or not and gets mixed up with some French Canadian humor that falls flat on its face but it's the sharp juxtaposition
between the botched attempts at humor and the barbaric visual
horror onscreen that makes Smith's
body transmogrification so fucking fucked up.
He desperately wants to be a part of his family again, but
between his new robot digs and his existential
horror at the status of his
body, it's not difficult to see why he fights so hard to control what he can (i.e. fighting crime, rebelling against his masters).
The breaking point comes from a jarring disconnect
between the comedic mishaps of five men unsure how to cut up a
body while the same woman is shown dying of a heroin overdose in visceral detail as her child cries in
horror to what they witness.