I occasionally watch bits of Kevin Smith’s Q&A when I don’t have enough support and reason to relax and laugh. He knows how to laugh, he knows how to remain cute, to whatever level jokes do not slide, however, almost always in dialogue with the viewer, who demands this for the most part.
But Kev is not a clown, I mean. Yes, he lives strangely and can easily relate to work and life, at least outwardly, at least when necessary. A man who shoots his wife in a porn magazine because it's a way of saying love. A man who makes a movie without saying a word. A man who calls himself too fat to laugh at. The person who took it and wanted it and did something that he understood to be something that became iconic, something that got some kind of important basic touch in us, in those who love his movies. Because life goes on, and it turns out that no matter how twisted, no matter how disguised and wherever you hang out, you will not go far from the clerks. And, in general, you don’t even need anything special, it would be someone to chat with in life and talk about it, there would be someone who says: why not? and then you can try. And rejoice anyway. That's what Kev says in "burning in hell." Hell will come down sometimes. In the extreme, you can appear with a poster “God hates homework.”
It seems to be the most serious thing I have seen from his appeals. Here he talks about hard things – about people’s baseless hatred of each other, about faith, about death, about art, about the desire to leave beautifully. It is more important for him to talk than to answer questions and joke. And he's standing in his stupid shirt, waving, swearing, sweating, telling, and it's so touching and so good. It's very simple, always. And he's always smiling, he's a man with one of the most beautiful facial expressions I've ever seen.
Anyway, I'm saying thank you, man, it was so good to see you.