Like his films, don’t like his film, find him obnoxious or find him relatable, love him or hate him, there’s at least one thing we should all agree upon about Kevin Smith: He’s a good dude. Tusk may have been terrible, Smith may smoke too much pot and talk about his sex life too often, but goddamnit, I love the man. He’s a walking train wreck, but his heart is always in the right place.
To wit: Here’s what he had to say about Harvey Weinstein, who was responsible for all of Smith’s early films, on the Hollywood Babble-On podcast:
“My entire career is tied up with the man. It’s been a weird fucking week. I just wanted to make some fucking movies, that’s it. That’s why I came, that’s why I made Clerks. And no fucking movie is worth all this. Like, my entire career, fuck it, take it. It’s wrapped up in something really fucking horrible.”
Smith also conceded that he didn’t help matters.
“I’m not looking for sympathy. I know it’s not my fault, but I didn’t fucking help. Because I sat out there talking about this man like he was a hero, like he was my friend, like he was my father and shit like that, and he changed my fucking life. And I showed other people, like, ‘You can dream, and you can make stuff, and this man will put it out.’ I was singing praises of somebody that I didn’t fucking know. I didn’t know the man that they keep talking about in the press. Clearly he exists, but that man never showed himself to me. It all hurts, and it didn’t happen to me, but it all hurts.”
It’s not just words, though. Kevin Smith has decided to actually do something. Smith has vowed to give the residuals for his movies for the rest of his life to Women in Film, non-profit organization dedicated to promoting equal opportunities for women. My assumption is that the organization hopefully helps all women in film — not just those in front of the camera or calling shots from behind it. Because, as Kristen Stewart notes, the below-the-line employees are also regularly sexually harassed (from Vulture):
Can’t tell you how many times I’ve saved makeup artists — because it trickled down, too — and camera assistants from DPs who are like, ‘Hey, babe,’” she said. “And when I say ‘saved,’ I mean momentarily been like, ‘Don’t, fucker!’ And they are embarrassed for one second, but it just keeps going every single day. So I’d say, let’s be aware of this on every level. Those girls are as duct-taped as one could possibly be because they are in fear of getting their next job, as every actress is, too, same deal.”
Anyway, should the Weinstein Company go under, Smith has vowed to donate $2,000 a month to Women in Film for the rest of his life. “That feels like a start … Hopefully that goes to people that get to make shit without having to deal with some fucking animal saying, ‘Here’s the price.’”
Kevin Smith should be the rule, not the exception. Unfortunately, that’s just not the case.