The Interview
Of course I went, I had to. This film was a product of a brofest
between James Franco, Seth Rogan and other writers sitting around a table
eating Cool Ranch Doritos, drinking Mountain Dew and Blitz soda and saying the
word “cool” one million times. Sony had a choice between artistic freedom and
stupid; they chose stupid. The guy who green lighted this film was either color
blind or just blind. This is an ego movie where to mollify their stars the
studio acquiesces to the film’s development. At a production budget of $44m
this was a moderate bet for Sony. Not understanding or caring about the
geopolitical fall out of this film rests on Sony’s shoulders. If they sought advice,
they ignored it.
The movie met my expectations. It was juvenile with gratuitous
violence and an abundance of overacting acting. If Franco’s horrible acting were
a generator it could light up the east coast for months. Franco was so hyper he
could be the poster boy for ADHD. Seth Rogan played the usual laid back lumbering
dude with the basso profundo voice. Acting was not a factor since this was
farce. The writing was just to get from point A to point B. Point B was assignation
of Kim Jung-un and everything leading up to it was not worth the price of
admission.
The point of all this is not this silly movie, but rather
our right to see whatever stupid movie we want to. Our right shall not be
abridged by some pudgy dictator with a bad haircut. I have written too much for
this piece and paid too much to see this flick. I want a refund!
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