THE INTERVIEW has one unintended side effect, apart from its unfortunate conception, release and furor: it might have people confuse it with Interview—-sans ‘The’—an actually good movie, with Sienna Miller, Steve Buscemi, some smarts and humor.
Beyond scattered lazy chuckles, there is no reason to waste any of your life-slipping-away minutes on this pathetic excuse for ego, juvenilia and crass marketing masked as ‘satire’ and ‘free speech’. James Franco and Seth Rogen both have talent, but their taste can be called into question, as well as offer proof of how movie-people can be as out-of-touch as politicians from the real world.
The controversy attending the film is of more interest (and it’s a yawn, too) than anything in the one hour and fifty-two minutes of dick & poop jokes—how old are you guys?—that permeate this waste of $42,000,000. Think of it–that’s forty-two creative independent films—comedies, dramas, thrillers or documentaries—that could have been given birth, and Sony red-lights this tripe. I don’t even feel like using a sentence to describe the plot, so you can further empty your own hourglass and look that up yourself. I guess you could say, in its tone-deaf way, this irresponsible (“Hey, let’s poke at a nuclear-armed psychopath”), proud-to-be-ignorant (“Hey, if we do ethnic jokes about Asians, they will be funny because we are so hip”) movie is sadly representative of current American political discourse and international diplomacy.
Directed by Rogen and Evan Goldberg, from their script. Pot might be useful for watching a movie, guys, but it didn’t seem to help you to make one. With Lizzy Caplan, Randall Park, Diana Bang and some smug celebrity cameos from the likes of Rob Lowe and Eminem. God, does this ever suck.