After seeing "Mallrats" had a tremendous prejudice to the rest of the films of Kevin Smith, I admit. Not that "Mallrats" I did not like (it has an enviable pace, very good dialogues and very funny) but could not help feeling that I was not part of the target audience of the film: it was just part of the joke.

However, Kevin Smith opens the door to the mall and let out the rats to fall into this trap that is "Chasing Amy," whose protagonist is not the only one to give chase. Does the bait? An almost identical to its predecessor in the cycle of New Jersey and a synopsis that promises a laugh at the expense of its protagonists cast.

"Chasing Amy" is an intervention. A slap in the face of all those viewers who felt comfortable while the jokes revolved around what the girls are whores, how difficult it is to link or cocks. During his first act the film tends a mirror in which you let recrees to the fullest. The mirror is broken just before starting the second part, in one of the most heartfelt scenes I've ever seen in a movie. From this point, every dialogue is a projectile that the director pulls against the screen, including the time when using Ben Affleck narratee, feel free to look the viewer in the eye to tell which is effectively a fool who has fallen into the trap.

Nobody owes you anything to be a good guy, nobody owes you anything to be nice. Nobody owes you anything to be honest, nobody owes you anything good intentions. Nobody owes you a compliment, nobody owes you a prize. You think you deserve all these rewards actually are our (and that includes things like the concept of virginity, professional success and respect).

I wish I had seen "Chasing Amy" for years before assume that all that was mine that belonged to someone else.
I wish you had seen "Chasing Amy" for years before assume that all that was mine I belonged to you.