After all the bleating I've done the past few weeks about the controversial new Seth Rogen comedy The Interview, you're no doubt wondering if I went to see it over the holiday weekend.
Sadly no, I did not. I wanted to see it though. Not so much for any dubious entertainment value it might provide, but out of defiance and a sense of patriotic duty. I don't particularly like oppressive regimes telling me what films I can and can't see.
Unfortunately none of the lily-livered corporate owned cineplexes in my city had the guts to stand up to a tin pot dictator on the other side of the world and screen the damned thing. The closest theater playing it was sixty seven miles away, according to Google Maps. That's a bit too far to drive just to see a movie. Especially one with Seth Rogen in it.
I'm aware you can download it or stream it or something online for six dollars, but... meh. If I'm going to pay for it, I want to see it on a big screen, not a tiny laptop monitor.
So unless the theater owners around here decide to grow a pair, I'll have to wait until it comes out on DVD to defy North Korea.