I imagine many of you have already heard tell of an event down in Texas wherein a debate/boxing match between “film critic” Devin Faraci and filmmaker Joe Swanberg occured, in which Swanberg gave Faraci a pasting for the ages. Now, I have nothing against showmanship, and indeed, the prospect of a Faraci/Kenny (we are not friendly) boxing match has been offered on Twitter, which I agreed to on principle, and also in the event that such a thing be staged to benefit a charity. However. It seems to me that arranging such an event as a Thing Unto Itself is kind of adolescent, and says much that is unpleasant about Contemporary Film Culture. But let’s put that aside for a moment, the better for me to ridicule Faraci. I know—I should be on his side, right? I’m no fan of Swanberg, or of his films, and I don’t much care for many of his friends either. However. When Faraci chooses to compare Swanberg’s output unfavorably with that of John Cassavetes, and asserts that “Cassavetes didn’t have scripts” you have to wonder about this thing where the Internet means that EVERYONE gets to be a critic. But, you know, you and I, we’ve been through that. What’s really kind of staggering is the opening sentence of Faraci’s typically lacking-in-graciousness account of his beatdown, which is this: “Joe Swanberg’s first punch knocked out my right contact lens.”
Faraci wrote this thinking it would make a sure-fire gripping “lede.” I wonder if he was aware that it would convince a not-likely-insubstantial portion of his readership that he ought not be allowed to leave his house by himself, ever. Because, if one is a boxing novice, and one goes into the ring without wearing protective headgear, keeping one’s contact lenses in is about the stupidest thing a supposedly sentient human being can do. I mean, we’re talking staggeringly dumb. If you watch the video, which I don’t necessarily recommend, you’ll see that after the first time Faraci goes down, when the two square off again, Faraci’s got headgear on. Somebody got his head out of his ass, or somebody who wasn’t Faraci got scared of a lawsuit. Who can say. I suppose Faraci figured he would look more “badass” bare-headed. And he learned how that works. Faraci’s gone on on Twitter about taking boxing lessons: he either needs to pay more attention, or get his money back. You’d think he’d have actually tried to get in some shape before the bout, but while Swanberg charges at him with a belly full of spite (he looks genuinely, blue-flame pissed off throughout, as if Faraci’s standing in for every critic who’s ever talked smack about him, your humble servant included), Faraci is working off of the usual belly full of Cheetos and Fat Tire. And that forward charge of Swanberg’s: it’s more street fighting than boxing. But anyone with any boxing chops/training would know what to do with such a thing: keep your fucking hands up and keep moving around. Backwards, to the side. Get a circle moving. Don’t just put your hands up and stand there and let the guy come at you. A moving target’s harder to hit, Einstein. Defend yourself and make your opponent weary, less fierce, and after that, you can get your first shot in. Then make it count. But not Faraci. He barely adopts the defensive stance, and then makes the mistake of trying to land some kind of punch through Swanberg’s onslaught, despite the fact that he’s acutely aware—how can he not be?—of the size/reach advantage that Swanberg has over him.
Like I said: should not be allowed to leave the house by himself.
I never thought The Man From Shelby could be beat, but the contact lens did it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dADz2E5xcmc
I will be curious to see if this sad event effects Richard Brody’s enthusiasm for Swanberg.
I generally enjoy your stuff, and your taunting of Jeffrey Wells is a delight, but your visceral dislike of Faraci taints this article with a level of bile and know-it-allness that wouldn’t be out of place on Hollywood Elsewhere.
I have no opinion on Devin Faraci whatsoever, and I’d cosign this piece, snark and all. Apart from getting in shape, which takes more time than I suspect Faraci had, and you fight with the body you have not the body you’d like, the things Glenn is talking about – not wearing contact lenses, wearing headgear, at least trying to sidestep and box an onrushing opponent – are all first-day-at-whitecollar-boxing-school stuff.
This piece was friggin’ hilarious. Any “critic” who doesn’t know that Cassavetes’ films were almost entirely scripted deserves a beatdown. Too bad it wasn’t a better filmmaker dishing it out.
They are both actually pretty terrible fighters. Swanberg throws his punches way too far beyond his body. But Faraci… The dude isn’t even in a fighting stance. Get your feet set! Swanberg wins by virtue of being the aggressive fighter on a guy who couldn’t stand up straight to a good gust of wind…
What if you have really bad eyesight? Prescription goggles?
Frankly, if your eyesight is bad enough that you can’t see the guy hitting you three feet away, I’d think about skipping boxing entirely.
Unaided, I mean.
@michaelgsmith
“The film you have just seen was an improvisation.”
– the final title card in Shadows
Not to imply that later Cassavettes’ films didn’t have scripts–just to point out that it’s pretty easy to see where these kinds of misunderstandings arise out of, and a smidgen of charity might not be out of place here.
Peter: I’ve always heard that even that title card was a misrepresentation, at least of the final version of the film.
Am I the only one who thinks this is undignified and embarrasing for both parties?
SvF: Whoever wins, we lose.
JC: Yes, it is a given that it’s undignified and embarrassing. Not just “Fantastic Debates” but the whole Fantastic Fest ethos which posits a slightly more intellectually credible geek-culture-triumphant ethos that’s not successfully camouflaging the desperate desire for an extended adolescence that underlies it.
As for my “visceral dislike” for Faraci, I dunno. I’ve never met the guy. I’m not an admirer of his writing, his philosophy, his persona. He acts as if the fact that he’s seen a few Warren Oates movies that aren’t “Stripes” makes him some kind of expert on something. I understand he’s got a few friends and admirers in the industry but I’ve got no use for him. By the same token, I don’t entertain persistent bilious feelings about him. I’ve nursed, and continue to nurse, a few pretty irrational grudges in my life, but honest, I hardly ever think of Faraci (he blocked me from Twitter after a single snarky remark, which is mainly what I do on Twitter, but that’s just the kind of thin-skinned “badass” he is). EXCEPT when he comes out and pulls this kind of Simple Jack stunt, which, face it, deserves all the ridicule it can get.
Swanberg boxing his critics? I always knew he was on the same level as Uwe Boll. Also, you should have snarkily put “filmmaker” in quotes, as you did with “film critic” – both are debatable (IMO).
“Am I the only one who thinks this is undignified and embarrasing for both parties?”
Disagree. My modest proposal would be for ALL disputes over cinema to be solved in the boxing ring.
For example, I think a Terrence Malick vs Lars Von Trier 10 rounder would’ve been the proper way to determine the Best Movie of 2011.
“For example, I think a Terrence Malick vs Lars Von Trier 10 rounder would’ve been the proper way to determine the Best Movie of 2011.”
I would’ve paid damn good money to see that.
Louis Godfrey:
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I never meant to suggest Swanberg wouldn’t get his ass handed to him by even any halfway-trained amateur novice. But you gotta admit that poor distance judgement and “reaching” on your punches is a far more advanced mistake than, well, not even getting your feet set in a fighting stance. Swanberg looks like a guy who’s been in a gym a couple times informally and let the adrenaline get the better of him. Faraci doesn’t even belong in the same ring as THAT guy.
I’m glad people are pointing out the falsehood that is: “Cassavetes didn’t have scripts.” Not only should Faraci not be allowed outside, he should not be allowed to post film reviews on the internet.
Genuinely asking: How closely do his finished films conform to the shooting scripts?
Faraci is obviously wrong, but it’s not the stupidest thing ever said. That Cassavetes had scripts, while it is the kind of thing a serious critic should know, is also the kind of thing you have to know in order to know (if that makes sense; meaning it is not something you’d naturally infer from the films themselves, à la Whit Stillman in the opposite direction).
Victor, that’d be a GREAT question for Ray Carney…oh wait
I gave him my question for safe keeping. I’m sure he’ll answer it.
Victor: you are right. Swanberg looks like he has at least been in a brawl before; Faraci does everything short of hold out his lunch money.
I imagine Malick would beat Boll with a very patient Rope-A-Dope strategy.
Jeff Wells would complain that Malick needs a tougher, Schneideresque trainer in his corner.
I somehow substituted Boll for Von Trier, though I’m sure Terry would be able to outlast the Dane as well.
Next let’s get Drew McWeeny vs. Mark Duplass. But in the Thunderdome, though. McWeeny will have an advantage there because it would be a comforting environment in there, but I can only assume Duplass is faster (maybe?), and anyway, whoever wins, the Thunderdome has weapons and shit in it.
I’ve always wanted to box Oliver Stone, myself. And I’d like to think every punch Swanberg threw represented all those problems with Star Trek that Faraci listed in the review but ignored to give it an inexplicable recommendation.
Fistfights are so low and barbaric… What ever happened to duels?
Look, you folks suggesting Thunderdomes and duels are simply beyond the pale. The Marquess of Queensberry rules were put in place for good reason.
Watching J. Hoberman beat Michael Bay into an unrecognizable pulp in a boxing ring under Marquess of Queensberry rules via pay-per-view is perfectly acceptable entertainment for the entire family.
But the Thunderdome and duel suggestions cross the line into pure bloodlust.
Always remember:
– The First Rule of Cinema Fight Club is to do things by Marquess of Queensberry rules.
– The Second Rule of Cinema Fight Club is an automatic TKO for suggesting a movie is ‘not cinematic’ because it doesn’t contain car chases and explosions.
I’ve never boxed in my life but even my first reaction was, “A contact lens? While boxing?”
I did do soccer for six or seven years (midguard, defense) so that might have helped.…
But still.