A hopelessly stupid movie that should appeal to baked couch potatoes everywhere.
Liam LaceyThe Globe and Mail (Toronto)
Talky, crude and sexist, Mallrats is significantly less funny, a flatulent sequel to the director's small start.
Roger EbertChicago Sun-Times
"Clerks" spoke with the sure, clear voice of an original filmmaker. In Mallrats the voice is muffled, and we sense instead advice from the tired, the establishment, the timid and other familiar Hollywood executive types.
Michael WilmingtonChicago Tribune
Serves up horrendous lead acting, murky cinematography, bland atmosphere, unengaging romance, mug-crazy cameo performances, bash-on-the-head satire and ill-timed slapstick gags that look like outtakes from a Bozo the Clown show gone berserk. [20 Oct 1995]