Fred Durst is the worst, and nothing he does will ever change that. Wearing expensive suits to cover up his hideous full-sleeve tattoos (or his chest tatt of Kurt Cobain chilling with Elvis) will not change that. Trading his barroom red baseball cap for a stately fedora will not change that. Not even his recent stint of acting like a human adult will change that, because it’s not like we’re just going to forget Limp Bizkit. We will the opposite of that. But as you may know, he has a MOVIE coming out, called The Education of Charlie Banks, which he DIRECTED, and while the obvious reaction to that is NO, DAVID BLAINE, he talks about it in an interview with Vulture today, and the least we can do is hear the man out:
Vulture: How and when did you first become interested in directing?
Fred Durst: I think ever since I was preteen I wanted to direct movies and tell stories. I never thought I’d be in a rock band; that just came out of the blue and came first somehow. Though it inevitably led me to better opportunities for filmmaking, or to be taken a little more seriously. The room’s kinda warm for me — it’s easier to get meetings.
V: Being that guy from Limp Bizkit wasn’t an impediment?
FD: Well, it was hard to get meetings for anything substantial. For someone in my position, there’s opportunities to be anything you want to be, even if you shouldn’t be eligible, and I think that’s left a bad taste in a lots of financers’ and studios’ mouths. Just cause someone’s popular at one thing, letting them do the other isn’t always the right thing. I was just offered at first a lot of typical things that seemed inspired by what Limp Bizkit sounded like or felt like — a music-video-style film, or a throwaway B-horror-genre flick.
Huh. You know what, fair enough, Fred Durst. Because here’s the thing:
He acknowledges that he’s in the position to direct a movie because of the fact that he’s famous for Limp Bizkit, and not because of any obvious or inherent filmmaking talent in himself. Self aware! And he talks about what Hollywood expected from him as a director, in the way of “a music-video-style film, or a throwaway B-horror-genre flick,” and it’s true. That is exactly what you would expect. And he turned that down to make a smaller, less flashy, more introspective coming-of-age story. There probably aren’t even any energy drink product placements in it!
Don’t get me wrong, The Education of Charlie Banks looks terrible. It looks like an after-school special written by someone who dropped out. But I applaud Mr. Durst’s frankness about how he came to direct it. And my baldness-hiding-as-if-we-didnt-all-know-it-hat is off to him for trying to do a project that interested him, rather than a project that was dictated by the small-minded, limiting expectations created by his terrible, terrible music career. Admittedly, that’s kind of like applauding the architect for choosing not to live in his own crappy building, but whatever. For as much as I wish that he would stop rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (x4), I have to say:
Fred Durst: 1
You win again, Fred Durst. Somehow you keep winning. Jerk.