Forget about Clerks II. If you desire a great movie about a guy who serves food and insults, then you must instead see Matt Mahurin'sI Like Killing Flies, a documentary that is more hilarious and more genuinely sweet than anything in Kevin Smith's latest celebration of inanity. Surely you will find more enjoyment from a celebration of originality, anyway, and Flies delivers a wonderful showcase of a more positive kind of nonconformity.

The movie presents Kenny Shopsin, a foul-mouthed yet lovable iconoclast who presides over and prepares the 900-plus (yes, 900-plus!) menu items at Shopsin's, a small breakfast-and-lunch joint he opened over thirty-five years ago with his wife, Eve, in New York's West Village. Originally a corner general store that gradually gained popularity for its take-out sandwiches, Shopsin's became a full-on restaurant in 1982, at which time Kenny's strict set of rules was likely put into place to keep his business from getting out of control. These rules include no more take-out, no suits (aka yuppie-scum), no cell phones, no indecisiveness, no ordering a dish someone else has ordered (that moment or that day), no sitting if you're not eating, no parties of five or more (and no pretending you're a party of three and a party of two), no appealing any of the rules, and no surprise if Kenny makes a new rule for you on the spot. Anyone breaking or attempting to break these rules, even if ignorant of them, risk being banned from Shopsin's for life.