The Clerks director checked in for his flight at New York's John F. Kennedy Airport on Monday morning (06Dec10), accompanied by his wife Jennifer Schwalbach Smith and his pal Jason Mewes.
But they lost track of time and claim they failed to hear a public announcement calling the trio to the gate, arriving just eight minutes before the plane was due to take off.
The Virgin America representative, named as Manny, refused to hold the aircraft to allow them onboard - prompting Smith to blast the staffmember and the airline's customer service personnel for their lack of help.
In a rant on his website, Smith writes, "We pleaded with Manny (the unfriendly face of Virgin America JFK working the gate), pointing out the remaining time (there were still 8 minutes before scheduled departure), and pointing out that the jetway was still attached to the plane.
"As we tried to get Manny to realise our bags were under the plane and we'd been checked in for an hour, the jetway stayed in place. The plane wouldn't pull back from the gate for another 15 minutes."
Smith also cast doubt on whether their names were actually announced over the loudspeaker system.
He adds, "He (Manny) said he'd called for us over the p.a. system, but my wife's name is SCHWALBACH - you say a name THAT distinctive over a loudspeaker, at least two people in an airport are gonna turn their heads: me & Jen Schwalbach. Well, without calling anybody a liar, it's just REALLY hard to believe that p.a. call was actually made."
Smith encountered further problems when he requested their bags be removed from the plane - insisting his wife needed medication that had been stored in the check-in luggage.
Staff were unable to help with his request and could only place the party on another, later Virgin America flight.
But the director's angry missive soon caught the attention of Virgin America bosses - prompting them to offer him a full refund and three new tickets for his future travels.
Smith hit the headlines earlier this year (10), when he encountered flight trouble and was booted off a Southwest airlines plane because of his large size.
The Clerks director wed Jennifer Schwalbach Smith in 1999 and they share a young daughter, Harley, together.
Smith was left stunned earlier this week (begs22Feb10) when one of his Twitter.com followers claimed Jennifer married him for his money rather than his looks.
The film mogul, who was recently embroiled in scandal after he was booted off a flight because of his size, has now opened up about the family's spending habits - insisting his wife rarely makes any lavish purchases.
He says, "There's what folks would like to believe, and there's the truth. Here's the truth: Jen doesn't really spend cash. She's insanely frugal.
"Jen shops off sale racks online, refusing to spend on clothes she'll never wear, as we never go out - at least not anywhere dressy. I know it's easier to believe Jen's in it for the money, but be realistic: we're a decade-plus into marriage. With a child. Might be love."
When we left our favorite misanthropic antiheroes Dante (Brian O'Halloran) and Randal (Jeff Anderson) in 1994 we had a feeling they’d be disgruntled clerks well into the new millennium. Sure enough our 12-year reunion finds them still slacking off in the same Jersey town--only they’re now “working” at fast-food joint Mooby’s after a fire burnt down the Quick Stop; sidewalk stalkers Jay (Jason Mewes) and Silent Bob (writer/director Kevin Smith) have also been forced to take their acts to Mooby’s. Now in their thirties and miserable as ever Dante and Randal still profanely voice their discontent in front of their easygoing boss lady (Rosario Dawson) virgin coworker (Trevor Fehrman) and unsuspecting patrons but at least one of them is planning to finally grow up: Dante is set to move with his fiancé Becky (played by Smith’s real wife Jennifer Schwalbach) to Florida in hopes of starting a new life much to Randal’s objection.
Clerks II truly has the feel of a reunion: We haven’t seen our good buddies O'Halloran and Anderson in a dozen years and we’re curious what they’ll look like etc. because save for a few minor roles they’ve been M.I.A. ever since! They look older but they still trade vulgarities with the best of ‘em--with Anderson’s Randal typically doling out the insults and O'Halloran’s Dante whining about them--and possess acting chops making it a wonder we haven’t seen the two much since ’94. Mewes’ Jay in the sequel is based at least loosely on the actor’s own off-screen “arc ” which has seen drug addiction and current sobriety. Mewes’ scenes are again the film’s best and while some will complain of not enough screen time that’s actually the best restraint exhibited by Smith. Newcomer Dawson makes for an odd addition to the odd couple but she more than holds her own with their obscene sex ponderings and more importantly plays down her looks enough to pull it off. The first Clerks was considered a seminal offbeat masterpiece and writer/director Smith along with Richard Linklater and others was branded a forefather of ‘90s indie. However since then Smith has failed to produce a single box-office hit and here we find him reverting to his ol’ reliable seemingly a stab at career revival. The film is both hit-and-miss and as a whole hit-or-miss but therein lies the essence of Kevin Smith for which we’ve longed since his heyday. While he clearly makes some concessions for the bigger-budgeted sequel—-Smith occasionally tries to please the crowd the film is in color etc.--his observations on everything from Lord of the Rings geekdom to taboo sex moves are again liberated and anyone with an open if filthy mind will eat it up. And refreshingly Smith seems at peace with the fact that even if this sequel had been flawless it couldn’t have possibly satisfied his original cult fans many of whom are now also in their thirties and will enjoy the odd sweetness of Smith’s take on growing up.
Story…story…oh yeah the...story? Jay (Jason Mewes) and Silent Bob (Kevin Smith) are a couple of New Jersey stoners who find out Miramax is making a movie based on the comic book featuring their pseudo-selves Bluntman and Chronic. They might be cool with that except they aren't getting any of the profits so the two head cross-country to Hollywood with hazy plans to put a stop to the production. As they hitchhike their way across America they hook up with among others George Carlin; a nun who'd rather not participate in oral sex with hitchhikers thanks; Shaggy and the gang in the Scooby-Doo van; and a catsuited gang of sexy jewel thieves posing as animal rights activists Sissy (Eliza Dushku) Chrissy (Ali Larter) Missy (Jennifer Schwalbach Smith--the director's wife) and Justice (Shannon Elizabeth).
Acting…acting…oh yeah the…acting? Writer/director and Silent Bob character Kevin Smith has said he's retiring both Jay and Silent Bob and moviegoers everywhere can breathe a sigh of relief for never let's hope ever having to be subjected to loudmouth Jason Mewes again. Although they've turned up in the background of all of Kevin Smith's films this is the first to feature Jay and friends in the lead and Strike Back demonstrates a little goes a long way. For what may be the first time Elizabeth comes off endearing and sympathetic as the kindhearted Justice Jay's innocent glasses-wearing love interest who gets walked on by her three heist-happy friends. Dushku pulls off the same tough-as-nails-chick role you've seen her do on Buffy the Vampire Slayer--not a stretch but fun nonetheless. Best cameo bits? Matt Damon and Ben Affleck's delicious riff on Good Will Hunting; also watch for Chris Rock's show-stealing appearance near the end.
Has Kevin Smith eccentric filmmaker extraordinaire FOM&B (Friend of Matt & Ben) gotten---gasp---stale? His Clerks was refreshingly funny and his Chasing Amy hilariously insightful. Strike Back unfortunately is nothing but clumsy filmmaking mugging at the camera and hammy-to-the-point-of-embarassment cameos (uh Will Ferrell...George Carlin...) not to mention a never ending and tiresome string of dick jokes and toilet humor. Couldn't Smith who trots out an ensemble cast other indie filmmakers couldn't even dream of think of anything better for them to do than let them chew the scenery in skit after lame skit? Although there are bits of distinct comic genius in this film they are few and far between and bits of distinct comic genius in this film most of it the movie is too self-referential (and foul) to appeal to a mainstream audience. If you've always loved Kevin Smith's films you won't be disappointed but you'll probably feel left out if you're not already in on the joke.