Kevin Smith's worst film

What drags Kevin Smith’s second entry in his “True North Trilogy”, Yoga Hosers, to a grinding halt also happens to be what dragged his first installment, Tusk, to a grinding halt: Canadian accent buffoonery. Thankfully, in the case of Tusk, this buffoonery was kept, by comparison anyways, to a few scenes and characters – most notably, a Michael Parks / Johnny Depp droning sequence. Yoga Hosers is wall to wall, heavily accentuated and jokingly accented, infuriating. It confuses cartoony and teen-ish fun with one-note cultural gags (the aforementioned accents and even a few puns), and scenes of stretched too far exposition. It’s a wreck to be sure, and a devastating one to boot, but as with Tusk, there is a commitment to finish. A guarantee that Smith will, for better or worse, ride out these nightmares to conclusion, giving us something fully realized, though not fully finesse or fleshed out. And that’s something to applaud, and not in a backhanded, sarcastic manner. Still, I’m afraid what we have on our hands and in our hearts is the worst movie Kevin Smith has ever made: http://www.cutprintfilm.com/reviews/yoga-hosers/