Jay and Silent Bob Get Irish: The Swearing o' the Green

There's no shortage of sanctioned footage of Kevin Smith spewing his charming brand of filthy over-sharing to be had for free all over the Internet. So what, you may be asking, makes a trio of shows from the "Jay and Silent Bob Get Old" tour worth releasing on DVD? In a name: Jason Mewes. Now, the tour is marketed under the monikers of Smith and Mewes's not-so-dynamic duo from the View Askewniverse due to international name recognition, but make no mistake: Smith is anything but silent. That said, Mewes is clearly the main star and attraction of this globetrotting endeavour. The familiar, unsentimental rapport between these two long-time friends is golden and their give-and-take is essential to the show, but Smith doesn't gobble up the spotlight with his nearly superhuman ability to talk for hours on end without getting boring. Instead, he supports, questions and sets up his now clean "hetero life mate" to relate and, more often than not, mime out a barrage of ridiculous tales involving dangerous sexcapades and the many lows of his drug addiction. For most people, these would be intimate stories too embarrassing to tell, except when intoxicated to a close knit circle of friends, but the man who pulled a Buffalo Bill tuck in Clerks II isn't afraid to share his low points. In fact, laying it all out on the table seems to be cathartic for Mewes, and Smith directly states that part of the reason for the tour is to help his foul-mouthed partner keep busy and stay accountable. Using his fans as a support group of sorts is a win-win situation — the man has a knack for comedic filth that defies reason. Over the three shows included (two in Dublin and a bonus engagement in Los Vegas), when Mewes isn't sharing anecdotes or performing fellatio on his microphone, he and Smith dig into the joke vault to goof on the legend of Liam Neeson's gargantuan penis, address questions submitted via Twitter and play a few rounds of "Let Us Fuck," which is a form of reverse charades where Smith will invent the name of a sex act and Mewes will enact it with help of a lucky audience member. It's pretty impressive that over the course of all three shows, the brothers in bawdy arms barely repeat a topic, and when they do revisit a subject, it spins off in a totally different direction. If you're a fan, simply watching these two shoot the shit is funnier than at least 90 percent of big or small screen comedies. A few more extras would have been nice, but the awkward bonus round of "Let Us Fuck" is a nice touch.