Frank Dux seems to be everywhere these days. He gave a series of interviews recently, both by himself and in the company of Ashida Kim and some fellow travelers, to Bob Carson. After being wherever he was and doing whatever it is he does for the last several years, the “secret man” has resurfaced to address the various criticisms that have dogged him for years — and the upcoming documentary Put Up Your Dux may have something to do with it. Just why anybody would think now is the time for a new Frank Dux movie I could not tell you, nor do I know if we can trust the Internet Movie Database on the subject… but there you have it.

Incidentally, I think we can all agree that Bob Carson is a terrible interviewer. He’s one of those completely accepting, happily credulous talking heads who lobs softballs at his guests while never really challenging them on any of their claims.  Carson sounds, frankly, equal parts confused, ignorant, and bored through most of his talks with Dux.  How does somebody who’s supposedly a big name in Mixed Martial Arts say, with a straight face, that he doesn’t really know what Ninjitsu is?

I remember thinking, as I listened to Carson’s podcast, that I could do a better job than he did — and recently, I got my chance.  Frank Dux phoned me on July 8, 2010 (and it was with glee that I set his ringtone on my phone to the “Kumite” chant taken from Bloodsport’s soundtrack).  We spent an hour on the phone, altogether.

I’m posting the martialmentary we did on him (which is what prompted him to call) as well as the six-part interview I recorded and put on YouTube.  This phone call is completely unedited.  What you hear is our conversation in its entirety, barring a few private words before and after.

I tried to do what somebody like Carson and those like him will not — strike a balance between letting the guest talk while pressing and challenging him where possible.  I also tried to keep Dux on message and prod him to keep the conversation going in a productive manner.  Left to his own devices, he tends to bury the listener in complicated soliloquy.  That’s a nice way of saying it was kind of hard to get a word in edgewise while he was talking.