Silent Bob speaks… about weight-loss
First thought at seeing Seth Rogen step out on the stage of the Jimmy Kimmel show last night: “Wow, he’s lost a lot of weight.” The “Zack and Miri” star shared no special miracle diet or magic cleanse cure-all – he said he lost weight the “boring” way by eating healthier and exercising. After reading this Los Angeles Times article, I wonder what toll Rogen’s weight-loss is having on the film’s director, Kevin Smith.
The husband and I are huge Kevin Smith fans; we’ve watched all his films and the two “An Evening with Kevin Smith” DVDs in which Silent Bob speaks his truth, no reservations, no political correctness and with plenty of raunchy profanity. Some of the Smith’s biggest laughs come at his own expense. The New Jersey native speaks matter-of-factly about his weight with the same sense of unflinching honesty and salty humor he reserves for topics like fatherhood and movie-making. “Any place that requires layers is music to a fat man’s ears,” Smith says in one take, praising the ever-dropping temperatures in one Canadian city. The self-described “fat ass” shares how he compensated for his excess weight with attitude and hard work, extols the value of a fat lover and throughout, repeatedly reminds his fans he’s a fat slob from New Jersey and isn’t ashamed.
Smith’s is a “steal the thunder” kind of humor, a self-defense ‘riff in which he puts himself down about his weight, leaving nothing for others to slam him with – not unlike the geek who points out his own flaws first to make people laugh before the school bully can use them as an excuse to hurl him into a locker. Case in point: on the Tonight Show last week, Smith shared how his wide girth caused him to break a toilet in the men’s room of a comic book store. The store manager, a friend of Smith’s, promised he’d never tell of the embarrassing incident. Nonetheless, Smith chose to share it first and on his own terms with national audiences. Smith’s humor can’t hide the fact that he is ashamed about his weight, and as his writings suggest, deeply so.
The rest of this post contains some pretty harsh body image talk, so don’t read if this is triggering to you.
The Los Angeles Times article linked to above reports that Smith plans to count more than ratings after the Oct. 31 “Zack and Miri” release:
Since his doctor called him morbidly obese, he’s giving up the all-you-can-eat lifestyle and taking a “health sabbatical” intended to shed extra pounds he packed on while filming the raunchy, Seth Rogen-starring romantic comedy in Pittsburgh last year.
“I’m going away for a while,” Smith said, puffing a menthol cigarette on the patio of his Hollywood Hills home, “to concentrate on myself. To save my life.”
…The director has been complaining about being fat in radio interviews and fretting about it on his blog much to the chagrin of Weinstein Co. publicists for the film, who have openly wished the director would “talk about something else.”
Despite our Kevin Smith fandom, I’ve never read his blog so I looked it up. The (anything but) “My Boring Ass Life” blog is largely self-promotional, offering links to film reviews and interviews with Smith and the cast, while also revealing glimpses of the man behind the camera. In response to a cover of Complex Magazine, featuring him and Rogen, Smith writes:
Fuck, I wish I was still that thin. I’ve porked the fuck out, man. I’m really, really fat right now. Fattest I’ve ever been. But as soon as this flick’s out, I’m taking my life back; gonna drop out of sight and drop a bunch of pounds. It’s the deal I’ve made with myself. Just gotta make it through the next two and half weeks of press and running around.
This isn’t the first time Silent Bob’s gone on a diet. A look through his blog archives reveals some dieting successes last year, accompanied by links to the ever-constant media attention given to the weights of public figures and celebrities. Women often receive the lion’s share of uninvited and negative body image scrutiny from the media, but Smith reminds us that no one is immune from size discrimination. In response to reviews of “Catch & Release,” in which Smith stars but did not write or direct, he writes:
Jack Mathews in the NY Daily News (not exactly Mr. Svelte himself) wrote “Smith, who makes movies (”Clerks”) that he occasionally appears in, plays the vulgar, kindhearted Sam as if he were emulating John Belushi’s Bluto in “Animal House.” The guy is either stuffing his face, slugging back beers or preparing to do one or other in almost every scene. At least Smith gives the film a few moments of authenticity. His girth certainly matches his character’s appetite.”
At least Jack was subtle about the dig. Check out the bile Kyle Smith was belching in the NY Post…
“One of Gray’s friends is played by Kevin Smith – the “Clerks” director and Silent Bob creator who this time speaks. What he ought to say is “Get Jenny Craig on the phone.” If this movie weren’t being shown in widescreen, you couldn’t even see all of him as he thunders through the house in a striped bathrobe the size of a parachute.”
I mean, how is that relevant? And I’m not even personally offended here: I’ve been the recipient of much more creative weight barbs by far more imaginative slingers (this is, after all, Kyle Smith – the second stringer who only gets to review the flicks Lou Lumenick doesn’t want to). But if you’re a film critic, aren’t you supposed to review the performances in the film – not just the appearance of the performer? How is the size of my bathrobe even germane to the discussion?
Quick answer: It’s not.
For sure, Smith’s writings suggest that he does harbor emotional overeating tendencies or other dysfunctional relationships with food. As he tells the LA Times:
“The results of this movie [Zack and Miri] will be interesting. Come opening weekend, if it does well, I’ll want to reward myself by eating more. And if the movie does poorly, I imagine I’ll want to self-medicate and eat more. Hollywood’s a hard town to be fat in!”
And on his blog last year:
I’m a fairly smart cookie. I’ve proven myself smart enough to build a career out of almost nothing, with no connections and limited skills. I’ve proven myself smart enough to woo and wed a woman way out of my league. I’ve even proven myself smart enough to turn hobbies into revenue streams – selling all my blogs (that I wrote for free, mind you) to Titan Books in the UK for publication as one giant compendium (due later this year). But when it comes to food and self-control in the arena of eating? I’m totally retarded.
Those who would justify discrimination of fat people do so by arguing the flawed logic that if fat people learn to accept and love themselves, they’d never have any motivation to change (i.e. lose weight). Examples: In response to a Wall Street Journal about the growing plus-size clothing industry, Islamophobe “journalist” and blogger Debbie Schlussel rudely insisted, “There shouldn’t be ANY “chic choices” for fat chicks. It isn’t hip or chic or cool to be fat. So why are we encouraging it?” When Torrid arrived on the fashion scene a few years back with its extra-large camisoles and saucy plus-size tees, even public health experts accused the chain of promoting some kind of conspiratorial teen obesity agenda.
If encouraging shame and self-loathing ever worked to promote weight-loss, we’d be a nation of thin people by now. Some people, especially those with disordered relationships with food, are at higher weights than is healthy for them precisely because of body hatred. I don’t often discuss my own weight-loss here, but it wasn’t until I began to repair my tattered self-esteem and learned to appreciate myself and my body that I was finally able to maintain a significant weight-loss. I didn’t come to weigh 300-pounds because I loved myself; rather, my weight stood as a flesh-and-bone testament to my conflicted and tortured internal self. Now that I enjoy a relatively healthy self-esteem and body image, I nourish my body by feeding my body healthy foods it craves and needs and being physically active in activities I enjoy. It is not dissimilar to my eating disorder: When I was actively anorexic, I starved my body for days and abused it with emetines, ephedra and over-exercise. When I entered into eating disorder recovery, I gained weight as the result of making healthier choices.
My point here as it relates to Kevin Smith is that sustained weight-loss is most achievable when you begin thinking of your body positively as an ally and not a foreign entity to be conquered, whittled and tamed into submission. Self-respect rarely flows from the wellspring of self-hatred. I don’t presume to know the inner mind of Kevin Smith, but his writings and even his comedy reveal a sense of sadness about himself, a darkness that try as the funny man might, can’t be lifted. Here’s hoping that Smith realizes and internalizes the same sense of respect and appreciation for his body that his legions of fans already hold of him, and becomes healthier in both mind and body. It’d be a shame for his creative talents and his life to be wasted on a treadmill to nowhere.








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