And here’s the other thing: If I’m Kim Jong Un, I come away from that movie being like:
• “Sweet, Americans are actually terrified of me.”
• “Sweet, Americans think I am a savvy sociopath rather than just some fat and petulant boy king.”
• “Sweet, Americans think I party like a boss.”
• “Sweet, they got that awesome guy from Veep to play me.”
• “Sweet, Americans think I am a savvy sociopath rather than just some fat and petulant boy king.”
• “Sweet, Americans think I party like a boss.”
• “Sweet, they got that awesome guy from Veep to play me.”
There is no way North Korea hacks Sony over this film—if anything, Pyongyang would be calling up whatever Sony exec didn’t just get fired for gross misconduct over email and offering to finance the sequel instead of feeding its people.
So yes, I watched this movie. But there is not a lot to say about it: It’s a comedy and it’s OK. I laughed a few times, and picked up on all the half-ass foreshadowing that excuses itself for moviemaking. If I had seen it in a theater, I would not have walked out, but I might have taken a nap.
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