With all the hubbub over Kevin Smith’s Westboro Baptist counter protest, his Sundance auction that wasn’t really an auction, and his plan to self distribute his movie, this week in Kevin Smith has been a VERITABLE AVALANCHE of news I started reading then quickly lost interest in, then felt bad about for not caring, and then completely forgot a few minutes later while daydreaming about a stegosaurus. But finally, BestWeekEver‘s Noah Garfinkel has dug up some news about K-Smeezy that doesn’t require me reading 1200 words in 140 character chunks on Twitter.
Two nights ago, I ended up watching Kevin Smith: Too Fat For 40, a two hour lecture by the writer/director that is available to watch instantly on Netflix.
I imagined the talk would be long winded, but would probably also contain story or two that would be engaging enough to not bore me to the point of getting wound up and having to switch to something else. Perfect, right? No.
I ended up wide awake watching with rapt attention as I noticed unfolding before me what amounted to an accidental montage of a specific nervous tic. Below is a video that required me to watch Kevin Smith: Too Fat For 40 twice and then took me 7 hours to edit. It is a collection of every time Kevin Smith says “and sh*t” over the course of the two hour lecture. No clips have been repeated, and, in fact, some have not even been included.
(NSFW if your W has issues with the S word)
Yesterday I thought “Talking Sheeeit with Isiah Whitlock” would be good concept for a talk show. Now I think we’ve found his co-host.
I also enjoy that Kevin Smith earns millions of dollars but still does public appearances in an oversized hockey jersey and cholo jorts. His outfits are basically the male version of a girl wearing a sarong to the beach. Look, you ain’t foolin’ anyone about what’s under there, so you might as well unveil the pale and let the chub lovers perv on you. That’s how *I* was raised.
(Video via Best Week Ever)


Dor sho gha! Who has ever heard of such a Rommie verbal tic, and forshak?
OK, that’s scary. Still, Old Jort is one of life’s better talkers–considering every other person in Hollywood has conversational skills that constitute enhanced interrogation. If I had to listen to Robert DeNiro spin a yarn for five minutes I would hang myself, bate, then hang myself to death.
Looking forward to Bob & Carol & Ted & Shit.
Oversized? That Jersey is Martin Brodeur’s “skinny jersey”.
I think it’s clear by now that he’s ICP.
Thank Jebus he doesn’t make gay gestural motions with his hands the whole time. That really would annoy the f*ck out of me.
His jersey says “FUCK U” on the front because JOKES, AND SHIT!
I knew a girl with a verbal tic once. She just said “no no no no no” over and over. It got really hard to hold an erection after a while.
I wasn’t surprised that I stopped something with Kevin Smith in it halfway through.
what a wordsmith. this is a man known for his dialogue
thCu, are we sure it doesn’t say “PUCK U” on his dirigible cover, nee his jersey?
/and shit!
Director: I need someone to play Kevin Smith in my new movie.
Casting Director: So, you need a fat, sweaty guy who swears, talks for hours, ‘n shit …. blah,….. blah,……’n shit?
Director: Are you fat by any chance?
What does he wear if he has to go anywhere fancy? Does he have formal jorts? Short-length tuxedo pants? A hockey jersey with a bowtie? A formal trench?
Seriously. I want to know.
Capri pants. A little hemming and and he’s a regular
Laura PetrieCary Grant.Verbal tic. We both need Geoffrey Rush.
How many jars of mayonnaise were pawed directly into his mouth yesterday when he realized that his “discovery” Ben Affleck continues his perfect streak of writing/directing Oscar nominated films -all while still appearing in films by the likes of Michael Bay and Kevin Smith. I’m guessing four jars of family size and two of Miracle Whip.
Apparently no one has the heart to tell him he looks like a bull-dyke.
Wow! I knew he said it and did so pretty damn often, but I couldn’t have picutred anything like that!
Oh, and that’s a phenomonal waste of time, putting that together. I applaude!
All I’m saying is, whereas someone like Cristopher Nolan is content to throw on a blazer and meander around his pneumatic rotating hallway pondering realities, this be-jorted asshole wants us to blow him for his idea to rent out the Arclight on a weekday.
My W’s S Word is “Banana”
@Patty
I’m so sorry that I actually knew this, just had to find proof.
Actual tuxedo upper, jorts/vans lower. Makes me so, so, so sad.
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stick00, I belive my life is worse since I had to google it
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Diarrhea of the mouth and shit
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Damn, that guy DOES give a shit.
If Big’en gets any fatter, his arms are going to be about as efficient as those on a T-Rex.