
UPDATE: I added the new trailer at the bottom.
At Sundance, Kevin Smith made headlines for faking everyone out at a screening of Red State, where, after inviting studio people out to bid on distribution rights, he bought the rights himself for $20, which I imagine he promptly spent on a new pair of baggy jean shorts from Ross. (That’s the short version, anyway. For the full story, see Jay & Silent Bob’s Smoddy Red State Podcast parts one through 387).
On Saturday, at Radio City Music Hall, the first of 14 planned locations across the country, a screening of Red State grossed $161,000. That would qualify it for the 10th-highest per-theater average ever, though it’s sort of cheating, considering the average ticket price for the 3,800 paying customers was around $43, and because the screening included an insanely thorough Q & A with the director himself, who told stories about each individual frame, including what he had for breakfast that morning and the contents of his bowels.
And if you’re looking to do more math (YAY, MATH!), Smith said he paid $60,000 to rent out the theater, and the movie cost $4 million to make. Meaning he’d need to do about 40 of these shows to earn his money back, although that doesn’t include what he earned on his books, soundtracks, posters, monogrammed snuggies, and kissing booth.
Post-screening Smith took to the stage with most of his major cast members — including John Goodman, Melissa Leo and Stephen Root — fielding questions from adoring fanboys and even a few girls.
Goodman warded off applause for his earlier oeuvre, and Leo bantered with Smith over her own foul-mouthed slip at the Oscars (“I have a really hard time thinking that’s the first time that happened,” she quipped).
“Let this be a lesson to you that anyone can rent Radio City Music Hall,” Smith told the crowd, “even a fat kid from New Jersey.” [THR]
Yeah, yeah, you’re a regular guy, we get it, you can stop dressing like you’re going to a Candlebox concert now. Asked whether the film itself was actually any good, one journalist covering the event quipped, “The who with the what now?”



Goodman warded off applause for his earlier oeuvre
What was so great about this baktag eating eggs?
@Fek: they were the vibrating kind, and he managed not to burn his tongue.
Guy’cha! That is impressive!
Kevin Smith: Jorts unwashed since Jersey Girl, has opinions.
I can’t comment on a Smith post – I’m still humbled by the “jorts-ensconced taint enthusiast” line from Chareth a few weeks back. FD Hall-O-Fame worthy, that one.
6% of the film’s budget when to keeping Smith’s personal snack cart stocked with Zebra Cakes.
*went
The Mighty Feklahr is certain that when Charlie Sheen mentions “trolls under a bridge”, it looks a lot like that banner pic in his mind. Well, with running water…
[Gets plucked from a Chinese mine collapse]
But what does what does Kahless think about this?
@Vince: the $60 grand cost for the theater wasn’t Smith’s only overhead, he had to fly to New York and presumably paid the travel expenses for Goodman and Leo, plus whatever crew he needed at the theater. By the time you factor in dinner for Smith and Goodman he might be lucky to break even.
I stopped liking his movies when I stopped smoking pot 20 hours a day.
Hold the universal translator…Smith and Goodman aren’t just driving around town to town in an RV with a pizza oven that folds out into a bed?
Smith wanted to spend $20 on baggy jorts, but he left the store in an indignant rage after the clerk told him he’d have to purchase two pairs.
Alison Carroll bleaches her asshole.
What is with him and that jersey/jorts combo? I know you can afford more clothes, Kevin. You don’t have to wear the same thing every day.
Crap-You reminded Him of a story: The other night He was telling the missus about Charlie Sheen smoking 7 gram rocks of crack, and was trying to equate that into marijuana smokeage.
When He finally finished the conversion…it blew His fucking mind.
Oops, wrong post…
…no, not really, just wanted to make that clear for you all.
Her wore jorts and a minor league hockey jersey on Real Time, ttyBoo. He just don’t care.
Shlub.
What was the final Fek? I’m an engineer, I suck at math.
The porn knock off for this is going to be called Menstruation, isn’t it?
OK, I RT’d (29% btw, you’re welcome) this and am very very confused.
Synopsis: Three boys go into the woods to find sex. Instead, they find God.
uh… ?
He and Melissa Leo probably had an orgy of self promotion and expletives.
Synopsis: Three boys go into the woods to find sex. Instead, they find God.
Those boys could have found both if they had just gone to Mass.