The Interview and the Effect of Stank Dick on International Relations

Jared Choate
Well - I made it. I wanted to wait until morning to celebrate. But I made it.
I watched The Interview at home yesterday - and lived to type about it. I didnt get my identity
stolen, or wake up with a nuclear warhead next to me like Jack Woltzs horse in The Godfather.
The story of the movies release tells itself by now. At first set to come out in October, the studio
balked at claims of poor testing as the reason behind shifting its release to Christmas. No, a wider
opening during the holiday season was the true reason they said. All seemed fair enough.
And then all hell broke loose.
Leaks of internal data and threats of retalliation - all due to the affrontery of Seth Rogen and James
Franco and their jokes about stank dick? Not exactly. It seems North Korea was Kim Jong
Un-impressed at the movies plot about a bumbling journalist and his producer assassinating the
allegedly buttholeless Supreme Leader (uses too much energy to have to pee and poop, so he
proclaims). I shun to think he received news of its production while in the middle of a heavy
roundtable discussion with his allies - the dolphins.
Then the movie was pulled - then not pulled - then set for release as VOD for in home viewing then released in theaters again. There was more flip flopping than a presidential election. Who
knows the truth anymore? It was just determined - conclusively - that North Korea had nothing to
do with the cyberattacks - and it may have been an internal leak. Its all neither here nor there. The
real question remains: what happens to Francos stank dick?
Starting with a celebrity cameo that manages to be funny enough to merit the cliche, the opening
also serves to illustrate the bottom of the barrel drek that Dave Skylark (Franco) is known for.
Thats the number one rule in journalism - give the people what they want he says to producer
Aaron Rapoport (Rogen). Youre thinking of circuses - or demolition derbies Rapoport responds.
Such is the nature of their relationship. But this is hardly Network. Before the satire can become
so self-serious as to be an indicting commentary - in comes the rub.
Its learned that Kim is a fan of Daves, of Skylark Tonight. When they learn he loves them Jong
time, they strike while the ratings are hot, getting Supreme Poopless Leader to acquiesce to a sit
down interview with Skylark. Before tape can roll though, the two are visited by CIAs Agent Lacey
(Masters of Sex and Freaks and Geeks Lizzy Caplan) - in questionable eyewear - to recruit them
to assassinate (un-Un?) Kim Jong Un with the old ricin strip handshake.

The screenplay (by former Daily Show and Sarah Silverman Program writer Dan Sterling) sends
Skylark and Rapoport to Pyongyang where they meet the dictator (a supreme Randall Park - The
Office, Veep) and the head of propaganda - a dynamite Diana Bang, entering to the White
Stripes Conquest - and earning every inch of those bagpipes.
From there, well, if youve seen the Rogen/Apatow canon - you probably know what to expect.
Even when the action is ratcheted - time is made for jokes about Matthew McConaughey fornicating
with a goat. And even when they fall flat, its worth commending how well-constructed the other
pieces are - from the bouncy soundtrack to the surprisingly deft cinematography - the final product
may never quite be greater than the sum of it parts - or deliver any political perspective or
ideological truisms - but it doesnt need to. I dare say: it doesnt intend to. As fate would have it, it
just may have found itself wedged into that conversation, not by choice, but by virtue of its release simultanouesly in theaters and on VOD. Could a movie with jokes about alleged McConaughey
beastiality also signal a shift into a new era of simultaneous theatrical and digital release? Time and
box office will tell.
For now: Ive got a few questions for that goat.