Let’s be honest.

If Chris wasn’t at a General Assembly class (that was booked months ago) and if I wasn’t having a case of anti tag and bag (aka take everyone’s electronic devices and have them unsecurely checked in outside the theater), I would have been at the Metreon in line to see The Interview.

I am not the first one to admit that from the trailers which I have seen on multiple occasions that I was unimpressed. Fart jokes. And more unseemingly jokes. Sexist and racist jokes. And a mcguffin that seemed preposterous. Yes, it wouldn’t be a movie that I would go out of my way to see.

But you see, the topic. North Korea. Sometimes I do admire Seth Rogen and James Franco. And even with her bit part, Lizzy Caplan, why not? And fellow Asians, well why not?

But then I started hearing news of potential terrorist attacks. I declared that I did not want to die at a movie like this. I didn’t want to go down in history as a victim of someone who went to see a movie that was about people who were making idiotic jokes. And more.

Then stuff happened. And I was just so close.