By C. Nile O’Mencha
Is the new film all that controversial? Does it stack up to the hype that surrounded it in the media? D’Mencha says no…
I recently got drunk. This is nothing impressive in itself; but on this particular instance of insane alcohol-fuelled bender I decided to make the ultimate mistake and watch The Interview. The Interview is a widely publicised and ill-fated film that has sparked controversy around the world – supposedly inviting the wrath of North Korean hackers and even forcing a federal intervention in the name of free speech. Like the flag-flying, true-blue Aussie that I am, I was going to watch it for the first time pissed out of my mind.
Opening sequence – tiny girl, check. Adoring crowd, check. North Korea’s heroic national anthem, check. Nuclear missiles, what? At this point, something had happened but I must have missed it. That the crowds had been singing in Korean without subtitles didn’t faze me; it was that three intercontinental ballistic missiles (ICBMs) took off from less than thirty feet away without causing any residual shock wave blasts that had me raising an eyebrow. At the very least, the little girl should have been roasted. I then misguidedly decided to look up the translation to the song. Take it from me – don’t.
What is then presented to the audience is one hour and 17 minutes of absolute garbage, filled with racist, sexist, homophobic and anti-Semitic slurs – and this was just the stuff that came out of James Franco’s mouth.
But this travesty to the silver screen, this monstrosity that must have been written by monkeys on crack and edited by a potato LOL that had really let itself go begs the question –How did we get to this point? Are we, as a global community, under some major collective delusion of our own moral grandeur? Maybe we should look at our own problems before stuffing our faces with popcorn as we watch bad actors turn failed states into farces just to pass the time. It is not very constructive just laughing at poor, oppressed people. The neoconservative obsession with ‘fixing’ foreign nations is an unhealthy form of moral imperialism, unbecoming to a country with so many of its own internal embarrassments.
Throughout the film, the downright crass and irrelevant subplots are an example of how American media and intelligence services are mocked and distrusted by the public. Inept, corrupt and fostering a seriously strange infatuation with their own image. How far the mighty have fallen since the days of Woodward and Bernstein! Now, we all we have is a never-ending parade of spornosexual male egotists.
The climax of The Interview is – wait for it – the actual interview. In this scene, David Skylark tries to browbeat Kim Jong-Un into leaving the interview and demonstrating to North Korea that the divine ruler myth is incorrect. Skylark’s tirades on poverty and incarceration rates fall on deaf ears. Instead things get personal and all Skylark does is prove how damaging being pushed into a position of power and responsibility can be for the individual and for the state.
This brief serious interlude touching on issues that are plaguing a declining America was soon ruined as James Franco and Seth Rogan proceeded to drive a tank around ICBMs while being shot at by Jong-Un. Despair doesn’t come close to describing the overall tedium I experienced at the hands of two mediocre actors trying to beat one last joke out of a terrible film.