Like most of his films, Zack and Miri resides in the unique Kevin Smith land of almost embarrassingly exuberant obscenity that is just a cover for his genuinely romantic sensibilities (Smith is like the kid in the schoolyard who calls a girl names because he’s secretly in love with her). There isn’t a line of dialogue that isn’t laced with the kinds of words you can’t print in family-friendly publications, and sometimes the obscenities comes at you so fast and furiously that they’re all you hear. Here he has essentially remade When Harry Met Sally as a dirty comedy about making dirty movies, and while it’s a promising concept, it never really comes together as well as it should, especially in its lethargic third act. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)