One of the shadiest things you can do as a journalist is ask someone their opinion about someone, then, when they answer candidly, take their answer out of context to make it sound like they’re starting a beef and manufacture a controversy around it. That being said, controversy = pageviews, pageviews = money, and daddy’s feet = in need of a new pair of shoes. So…
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! (*flicks lights on and off, claps cats together*)
[CinemaBlend's Katey Rich, on interviewing James Marsh, director of 2008's Oscar-winning documentary Man on Wire, and this year's much-buzzed Project Nim.] I talked to Marsh in an excellent 20-minute conversation this afternoon. Apparently as caught up in all the Sundance gossip as the rest of us, Marsh took some time– totally unprompted by me– to criticize the filmmaker for striking back against critics and audiences after so many years of success.
Here’s what Marsh said:
“You can’t try to control response to your film, nor should you. …Unless you’re Kevin Smith, I guess. Whole other story.
What’s his problem, anyway? Why [does he have a chip on his shoulder]? He’s had such a great run. You know, he’s not Orson Welles.
And, I mean he gets his films made, he’s rich… he’s got money… Now he turns around and says suddenly, “I’m so hard done?” What’s his f*cking problem?”
“He should be so f*cking lucky. It makes me so mad to have someone doing that. It’s wrong.
It’s a total hypocrisy. He’s had loads of films made, and most of them are sh*t, quite honestly. I mean, I shouldn’t say that… Films are quite hard to make and anyone who does needs our respect, but… I have a big problem with all of this self-promoting narcissim.
(To camera) Maybe the films aren’t very good, Kevin. You can’t have the kind of career he’s had and turn around and start complaining about it. There are many other… can I say it… vastly better filmmakers who haven’t been able to make as many films as him. So, you know, be a bit more f*cking humble.”
Meee-yow. Under the Bus, population Kevin Smith, amirite? Anyway, I don’t want to pile on with the Kevin Smith hate because I’ve always found him to be quite likable (and because the last thing that fattie’s knees need is more weight to carry), but as negative as it is, it’s always nice to hear filmmakers speak candidly about each other. It’s a healthy break from the daisy chain of a fart huffing that is awards season. Awards season would be so much better if rival filmmakers got to announce the competing nominees.
CHRIS NOLAN: “And for best director, Danny Boyle, for ‘Help, I’m Trapped in This Painfully Boring Cave and I Can’t Get Out and la di dah James Franco,’ (*dismissive wank motion*).”
(*leans into microphone*) (*extended fart noise*)


Good thing Egypt just made all that extra space on Twitter, because Smith’s going to need it when he hears about this.
Kevin Smith doesn’t have a chip on his shoulder. He ate that Frito as soon as he found out one had gone missing.
He’s had such a great run. You know, he’s not Orson Welles.
Spoken like someone who didn’t walk up on Kevin Smith from behind.
There are times that I really like Kevin Smith, but he really does need to cut down on the whining. I mean, hasn’t he said that he doesn’t make his films for critics? And he still gets butthurt when they don’t like them?
You made your culty bed, now lie in it.
You know, he’s not Orson Welles.
So you mean to tell me that “Jay and Silent Bob” aren’t an analogy for the duality of Charles Foster Kane’s character? The fuck you say!
Mick: In Kev’s defense, Frito shot first.
I’m more interested what that fat lady in the skull cap looking thing thinks of all this. That is a woman isn’t it?
Kevin Smith is a one-man-movie-makin’ ICP. Same shtick, different audiences.
Lady in the skull cap, I know, it’s serious.
Over/Under on 40 tweets for Smith’s eventual response?
I’d ordinarily tell this guy that it’s a strange move for a documentarian to have an unprovoked beef with Kevin Smith–especially because Smith doesn’t like to share beef. However, Man on Wire was the fucking tits, so dude gets a pass.
Kevin Smith’s next movie: Lady in the Water (who says “Fuck” a lot)
“Why does he have a chip on his shoulder?”
Because he’s too lazy to whipe off the cookie crumbs from binge-eating after critics hurt his feelings.
I don’t know what “I’m so hard done” means, but I think it needs a comma.
Smith might think of backing away slowly from this cat. The King covers the same ground as Red State only shot by someone needs their fucking head checked.
end pajiba moment, wait, WISCONSIN DEATH TRIP, end pajiba moment
What’s his f*cking problem?
Too many McRibs.
I have no idea who this guy is, but he basically just said what I have been thinking for a long time. Kevin Smith is a one-shot wonder that got catapulted into A-List status. Now, whereas his movies are “ok” for the most part, he is NOT an A-list director.
The catch? He acts like one (A-List director), has an ego like one, and enough people write about him to prop up his delusion that he is one.
In a casual movie-goers vernacular, he is not truly “Kevin Smith”, he is “That guy that did Clerks.” Until he can pump out TWO CONSECUTIVE movies with any virtue, creativity, depth, and actual substance, I don’t see why this fat asshole’s opinion about Hollywood should matter to any fucking one of us. His “being a nice/cool guy” just doesn’t fucking cut it for me.
In short, we don’t publish Tag Team’s (of “Whoomp, There It Is! fame/notoriety) opinion on the modern hip hop scene 15 years after the last meaningful contribution they gave it. Kevin Smith is the “Whoomp, There It Is!” of cinema, but there are a LOT of people in denial about it.
Oh, Fek. You’re right in so many ways.
… But I still like Mallrats.
Pretty hard to be an effective director when your shouting orders through a bullhorn filled with funyuns.
KevSmi’s only problem is he’s still pissed off about never being able to steal LeFleur’s hat.
That and he’s a fat fuck douchequeef. But mostly the hat thing.
Addendum: I have opted instead to refer to him as Kevsm (read “Kev-ism”). Please make the appropriate adjusment in your reading of my previous comment.
Man, David Bowie and his lesbian mullet sure are upset about something.
tyBoo: I like Mallrats, too. It still doesn’t make Kev-ism an A-List director, though.
erswi: he’s a fat fuck douchequeef – Kahless approves.
Humility is the unobtainium of Hollywoodland.
Kev smiff is the giant rhino-dog creature who huffs and puffs around the twitter jungle.
Monks-Let’s zerg Kevsm’s Twitter with fucking midget pr0n.
Metaphors just got raped in the ass.
Fek – he might enjoy it too much.
Besides, I refuse to touch the twitter.
I fear for my soul too much as is.
I use too much too much.
Oh, I so want to be in a fart-huffing daisy chain. Suppose when it comes back around to you there’s a slight hint of your own aroma? Man, it’s like Human Centiped, only full circle.
Fek’lhr: im sure if you ask the “casual movie-goer” they are ALL about James Marsh ;-).
p.S thankfully he’s not Orson Wells as one Citizen Kane is enough…
Kevin Smith did Clerks, Clerks 2, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Dogma Chasing Amy, Zack and Miri Make A Porno – all movies I got a lot of enjoyment out of (especially Clerks which falls under the masterpiece category in my personal list of faves) whereas Man on Wire I watched half and turned off… to summarize, who gives a shit what this dude thinks?
I’d take Marsh a lot more seriously, if he was wearing jorts, or Capris, or clamdiggers.
@shane
I heard Kevin Smith tried to walk a tightrope strung between two skyscrapers and bent them into the McDonald’s arches.
BOOSH, AND SHIT!
@Chareth Cutestory
I almost pissed myself. That comment was fucking GOLD!