When I saw the trailer for The Interview, I told my roommate Christopher Kain, “Boy, this looks really stupid.”
I had absolutely no desire to see this movie at all. I can’t stand Seth Rogen. He’s almost as annoying and unfunny as Will Ferrell.
But now that Sony has cancelled its Christmas Day release in light of two theatre chains pulling the movie amidst hacking threats (apparently from the North Koreans themselves) to carry out “9/11 like attacks” against theatres that dared show the movie, I want to see this movie.
And when I say I want to see The Interview, I don’t want to see it On Demand. I want to see in a theatre armed with only popcorn and licorice.
OK, I’ll probably try to find a seat near the exit. But still the question must be asked. Where is our old fashioned guts? It doesn’t take much for us Americans to fold, to break. We are apparently not a nation of Louis Zamperinis anymore.
Remember all the threats levelled against the Danish during the Mohammed cartoon controversy a decade ago? The Danes stood strong. They have quiet dignity about them. This dignity is accompanied by a stubborn streak which was on display when its people basically rescued nearly every Jew in the country from Hitler. The Danes showed their mettle again during the Mohammed cartoon controversy. The Danes are the sort of people you want in a foxhole with you. Or in a movie theatre.
If this movie is somehow released on the big screen, I will be there. If I should perish in the course of seeing The Interview then perhaps the North Koreans will have spared me the indignity of having to watch a bad Seth Rogen movie.
But whether or not I choose to see a movie is up to me, not the North Koreans or anyone else.
Memo to Sony and various American theatres: Give me liberty or give me death/Seth Rogen movie.
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