Dogma is a thought-provoking, intelligently crafted film wrapped in the guise of a stoner comedy. It refuses easy categorisation, sidestepping lazy satire for a heartfelt, biting interrogation of faith’s absurdities and beauties alike. It treats religion with genuine curiosity rather than smug dismissal.

Mallrats matters precisely because it doesn't matter. It’s aimless, juvenile, flawed, but so were you, once. It captures the art of wasting time perfectly, and sometimes that’s exactly what cinema should do.

Clerks is the kind of film that says something essential about how ridiculous modern life really is. It's ugly, cheap, and cynically brilliant. Watch Clerks because it fucking matters to understand just how absurdly, hopelessly funny existence can be.

There is nothing glamorous about Clerks. It doesn’t have Pulp Fiction’s coke-fuelled cool or Reality Bites’ polished MTV Generation X angst. Instead, it’s the feeling of being stuck. Not just in a job, but in your own life. The most important part of Dante’s day isn’t the customers, the pay, or the work. It’s finding out his girlfriend has had thirty-seven previous partners.