FWIW, I rented The Interview last night, on principle alone. There were so many lackluster reviews that I was expecting a complete stinkburger.
Because my expectation level was set at a very, very low bar, I enjoyed the film for the mindless idiocy that it was/is. It seems very likely that the screenplay was written in a haze of pot smoke, as the frequent implausible plot points have a odd common sophomoric thread to them. "Dude, what if THIS happened next?" "Naahhh! That's freakin' awesome!"
Like an Adam Sandler film--unrelentingly stupid yet still somehow funny. If viewers go into it with that level of expectation, there is an outside chance that they will finish it having been mildly entertained.
Seth Rogan's matter-of-fact sardonic quips playing off of Franco's over-the-top performance is a huge factor to this film. It's essentially a stoner buddy-pic. If you don't buy into that, it will be an excruciatingly L-O-N-G movie for you. Also, if the crassest. lowest level of bathroom/sexual hygiene/drug use banter makes you squeamish, you'll want to pass this one up for sure. If there was a lesson this movie was intending to teach its audience, it would be the definition of the VERB "honeypot." That term was woven into the entire script as pervasively as "Rosebud" was in Citizen Kane.
The strength to the film, if there is one, is the way it was shot. I loved some of the visuals. Lots of post-Matrix super-slo-mo used for comic effect, especially in the climax. Another bonus was the performance of the "North Korean" cast. The hot propaganda minister and Un himself were highlights.
Glad I watched it, if only to make a vague individual liberties statement regarding freedom of expression. Doubt I ever would view it again. Consider yourselves warned.