Movie Review #928
|Premiered in Los Angeles, California on December 11, 2014. Internet release on December 24, 2014. Limited release on December 25, 2014. Action/Comedy. This film is rated R for pervasive language, crude and sexual humor, nudity, some drug use and bloody violence. Runs 112 minutes. An American production. Directors: Evan Goldberg, Seth Rogen. Screenplay: Dan Sterling. Story: Seth Rogen & Evan Goldberg & Dan Sterling. Cast: James Franco, Seth Rogen, Lizzy Caplan, and Randall Park.|
FORGET LIMITED RELEASE, AND FORGET SONY’S ORIGINAL IDEA OF CANCELLING IT. “THE INTERVIEW” SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN MADE, PERIOD.
By Alexander Diminiano
“The Interview” is a travesty. A hulking, uninspired, unfunny, uninformed, stupid, half-brained, dimwitted, shameful travesty.
And it has absolutely no right to be. Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg have spent several successful years in the world of modern comedy. They’ve done behind-the-camera work since 2007, as the writers of “Knocked Up”, but only very recently have they tried their hands at directing. Their first effort was “This Is the End”, which happens to be one of my favorite films of 2013. God only knows how they went from that to directing “The Interview”, a film that I have few doubts is worse than any other I’ve seen this year.
“The Interview” is the most racist, xenophobic movie since “Borat”, a comedy that worked because, unlike “The Interview”, it was actually funny. North Korea is depicted as a petty nation that finds outdated western pop culture fascinating, and that blames every last economic problem on the United States. That joke, and many, many other jokes throughout the movie, goes stale, even prior to the hundred times it’s repeated. Maybe “The Interview” could have been entertaining satire if screenwriter Dan Sterling (writer of the final season of The Office) actually knew a thing or two about the very nation he was poking fun at.
The last third of “The Interview” is the most ridiculous sight in Hollywood since the second half of “From Dusk Till Dawn”. These last few scenes top off a plainly horrible movie with some of the most painfully atrocious movie experiences ever. The scene where James Franco (whose performance has as many obnoxious facial expressions as a mime on amphetamines) sings Katy Perry’s “Firework” to Kim Jong-Un is a new level of traumatizing.
Just make sure you wait until the last few frames of “The Interview” before you say, “It can’t possibly get worse.” I made the mistake of saying that thirty minutes through the movie, and God, do I hate lying to myself.