
hen I was a kid, I used to steal what comics I couldn't afford to buy
from a local

magazine
store. And it wasn't until years later as a more book-savvy seventeen
year

old that I was
introduced to the practice of serious, hard-core collecting - new comics

weekly, bagging
and boarding to protect them from the elements (which in my bedroom were
few,

yet still
potentially harmful), the artful discerning of what constitutes a 'ding'
in the cover or a bend

on the page, proper storage etiquette (upright, not flat), the seven year
board rotation
theory, and so

on. For these and many
more useless preoccupations, I have one man to
thank...
Walter Flanagan.
Walter is a close
friend of mine, and it was he who introduced me to the world of Baxter
and

Prestige formats, Godzilla
bootlegs, and the Dirt Mall. Walter dwells in a world that
borders on

ours, but maintains its
own sense of order and self-government. His is a life to
be marveled and

envied.
Comics and Walter - boil
Mallrats down to it's elements and

that's the dichtomy you'll find the film rife with.
To thank my friend for all
that he has given me, all that has

gone far toward fashioning me into the kind of half-life guy

that I am, I decided to use him as the template for the strangely

engaging creature now known to the
world as Brodie. Like Bro-

die, Walter has a comics
vault, Walter has been known to carry

a dixie cup around (sometimes for an entire day),
Walter is a Se-

ga freak. The only difference is
Walter is married - something I

think no
matter how hard Rene tried, she'd never get Brodie to

commit to. So next time you watch
the film, know that it's more-

or-less an effusive show of appreciation
for an unsung hero

from Highlands, New Jersey.
Now - the comics angle.
Yes, the film is lousy with
comic references (lousy meaning lots, not meaning unskilled
use of),

and whether you're a
collector or not, the film will still come off as more engaging
than alienating.

But when I refer to the
comics influence, it's not the overt Wolvie, Stan
(the Man!) Lee, and Dark

Knight ingredients. No, I'm
talking about something much more
subtle.
Continuity.
In comics, characters of
respective companies cross over constantly - e.g.: Daredevil
popping up

in Spiderman's titles,
Green Arrow slinging bows in a Batman book. This
helps create the illusion

of one world in which the
amazing is considered commonplace -
there are superheros in that exis-

tence, and they're everywhere. This is an idea that's always
appealed to me, and it was something

I wanted to establish with the movies I made. So far,
I've been indulged - hopefully whoever wri-

tes the checks for these potboilers of mine will
continue to allow it. And as long as more often than

not they're subtle, I think I can keep it
up for the next two flicks. But let's not get ahead of our-

selves. For the non-comic reader
who's lost right about now, I'll help break it down.
The View Askew Universe - as I
affectionately dubbed it - centers around a New Jersey tri-town

area: Leonardo, Red Bank, and Atlantic Highlands. In Clerks, the
entire film took
place in Leo-

nardo - as attested to by the presence of the Leonardo First Aid Ambulance that
took Caitlin away

after her unawared dalliance with the corpse in the back room. (if you
haven't seen the movie yet,

you better!). A majority of Mallrats takes place in Red Bank at
the mall (don't look for Eden Prairie

Mall in Jersey, kids - we shot the film in Minnesota),
but Brodie lives in Leonardo (once refenced

by a shot of T.S.'s station wagon whipping
past the Quick Stop that got cut), and Brandi lives in

Atlantic Highlands (never referenced anywhere except my own logic).
When T.S. and Brandi break up,
it's over the death of Julie Dwyer - the girl who died in
the

pool. When Dante and Randal leave the store to go to a funeral in Clerks,
it's that very same Julie

Dwyer they're mourning. T.S. even mentions running into her at the video store
the night before,

which would logically make 'Rats not a sequel to Clerks, but a prequel -
kind of like 'Temple of

Doom' and 'Raiders'.
When T.S. and Brodie bump into
Willam at the mall,one should get the ominous feeling
that

we've met this guy before. There is a Willam in Clerks (often referred to as
'Snowball'), but is

he the same?
Little Tricia Jones - the
Masters and Johnson of the teenage set - is a sister to Heather
Jones, the

girl who recognizes Dante alongside Rick Derris (the trainer who used to sleep
with Caitlin behind

Dante's back) in Clerks.
Ricks name is also invoked by T.S., in
relation to the costume party

(when Gwen found love atop a pool table) during the lingerie
store scene in 'Rats.
Gill Hicks, the third
contestant during the game show sequence, bears a striking
resemblance to

and shares a last name with Dante.
Brodie tells two stories (one
about a cat, one about pre-plane crash masturbation). In
Clerks,

Randal tells his own Cousin Walter story (about self-fellatio). Would this then
make Brodie and

Randal... cousins?
And while there's lots more of
those think-about-it-real-hard links between the two films,
the

most outstandingly blatant one has to be R2-D2 and C3PO of the View Askew
Universe: the two

guys that have nothing more pressing to do than hang out at the mall one
day and in front of the

convienience store the next. I won't
even bother mentioning them by name - see if you can figure

it out.
Like I said, there's more of
that to come in future films (if they let me continue making 'em
and

if you guys and girls keep paying me to see 'em). In fact somewhere in this book is a
might big

tip-off as to which character is going to switch teams (so to speak) in the next
flick, Chasing Amy.

Impress your friends with your Clerks/Mallrats acumen by casually
letting slip over drinks your

knowledge of a forthcoming film's major plot twist/theory arc
(although I don't know if they'll

agree with you on it, considering that I'm often chastised
for having little to no plot in my movies).
In the meantime, settle into
the page and be transported to a world where little girls dump
guys,

a sad figure searches
endlessly for the 'hidden picture', and a pair of lackadaisical
weed dealers

make zero sales.
Welcome to the wonderful
world of 'Rats. |