Last night, me, the wife, and a couple of our friends did
our patriotic duty: We watched Seth
Rogan and James Franco in The Interview.
It was actually better than I thought’d be. I knew it’d be crude, crass, and over-the-top,
but, man, was it crude, crass and over-the-top.
For once Seth played the more restrained and respectable
characters. James Franco was so
completely insane and out of left field that I have a new-found respect for him
as a capital-A second-syllable-stressed Ac-tor. And the man who played Kim Jong Un was
surprisingly sympathetic, bringing both a childlike innocence and a maniacal
malignancy to an unsuspectingly complex character. You find it baffling to feel so much sympathy
for a monster, and by the end of the flick, I did.
I never laughed so hard so many times in a movie in a long
time, probably not since the original Hangover
movie or I Love You Man or some
such chucklefest. The rapid-fire
repartee with all the comfortable weirdness between Rogen and Franco made me comment that these
two must have spent an incredible amount of time together in altered states of
consciousness. In fact, and I’ll
probably regret this, it reminded me of those good ol’ days back in the
late-80s and early-90s, where me and my small circle of friends abused our bodies to
unbelievable levels and had our own hilarious – at least to ourselves –
catalog of in-jokes and put-downs. Not
least of all, the slapstick elements alone made the flick worth seeing. The
Interview is an instance where the movie is much, much, much funnier than
the trailer. Because they can’t legally
show the funniest stuff on national teevee.
Now Go See It!
It’s your patriotic duty as a citizen of the Free World!
No comments:
Post a Comment