I never intended to see “The Interview,” simply because of its predictable foulness of humor, the endless forms of exploitation integral to the genre’s character, and the fact that actor Seth Rogen is synonymous with lowest human denominator reveling abject shamelessness, and has proven to be cringingly unfunny to anyone with an atom of refinement or minimum standards of taste. The movies featuring him I witnessed were a crash course in the basest debauchery the medium has offered to date.
Now this movie has become a cause célèbre for freedom of speech and noble defiance of oppression — who would have thought? To see this film, the talking heads have said, is to support America, and to show the evil of the world that we cannot be conquered, mastered, dominated, or vanquished. Considering this carefully, I’ve decided, after all, that even in the face of such entreating urging and the pressure of a nation to resist a mad North Korean dictator, I will not see this movie. The reasons lay in my stubborn resistance to facilitate cultural degeneration, or endure a movie that I’m sure is mostly trash.
We do more damage to the grace and reputation of this country with this sort of ordure we produce than Kim Jong Un or anyone could ever manage. I, thus, believe that my most patriotic act is to refrain from financing the further denigration of this already ill-reputed and culturally deceased nation.
Michael E. White
Brush Prairie