This movie is so awesome I could write a poem about it. But that would just be awkward, like Corey’s encounter with has-been teen idol Rex Manning or the fact that so many of the amazing cast ended up disappearing or as characters in CSI.

The story is simple and the characters are archetypal, but it works so well because everyone believes in it and gives it their all. After all, it’s about sticking it to the man, and who wouldn’t believe in that? It’s all helped along by a fantastic soundtrack featuring The Buggles, Dire Straits and Renée Zellweger rocking it out long before she lent her pipes to Chicago. In fact, her currently illusive career is something you will bemoan when you watch Empire Records, because she really is magnificent in her role as “turbo slut” Gina.

Another highlight, and a source of a lot of the comedy, is Rory Cochrane as Lucas with his infuriatingly hilarious tongue-in-cheek existentialism. He provides a lot of the film’s wit and laugh-out-loud moments, together with wicked jibes between characters and the lovable Mark who dreams of starting a band in between moments spent moshing to metal and enjoying Eddie’s special baked goods.

Everything is set up swiftly and simply, yet the occasionally esoteric script provides unexpected depth in certain moments. Is it improbable that so much could happen in one day to so many people? Of course. Is it unrealistic that every employee congregates in one space, seemingly with nothing better to do, least of all work? Absolutely not.

The film wouldn’t be half the fun, or prove any kind of point, if it took itself too seriously or bludgeoned you with too much detail and unnecessary back story. It’s meant to be entertaining and give misfits their moment in the sun in the only haven they can call home, while teaching you a little something about music. And after all, it’s Rex Manning Day at Empire Records. Open till midnight.

Originally published on Amazing Picture Box.

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