I assume by now all of America has heard about the monstrous hissy Kim Jong Un threw over The Interview because its plot is largely based on his assassination. (Never mind the mound of presidential assassination movies Americans have made about American leaders over the years…) Admittedly, it’s hard for us ’90’s kids not to remember a day when some form of terrorism wasn’t going on, but I haven’t quite felt the brunt of violation like this since 9-11… which is what North Korea threatened to do if we didn’t surrender, and even though we did, it still feels like no mental or emotional difference from the devastation of a physical attack. Admittedly, I was 12 years old when September 11th happened, but I remember how helpless I felt as I watched people I didn’t know, but still felt some sort of comradeship for plummet out of windows, or burn to death.
I try not to take life for granted largely in part because of that one event. Over the passed couple of weeks, I have been busy between running my vintage business, working on some stories, and an art project or two. I live a fairly comfortable existence that many only ever dream about doing for themselves. I am happy with my present progress, but almost anxiously scared of what a future already injected with doses of hair raising censorship and petty cyber wars means for all of us creative types who feed our souls and our mouths by taking expression to a whole new level.
The whole scenario seems straight Orwellian. I can feel ol’ George nudging Philip K. Dick and Ayn Rand from their grave plots and then the trio doing a collective rolling over. I feel sadness for Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg, two of this generation’s funniest and loudest voices, because they have been forced to be utterly silent through this whole creative rapage. If I wasn’t sure the movie was made in jest at a time when the realities of the geopolitical climate are in massive flux, I am now. Dictators, terrorism, and even celebrities secretly working for the CIA are definitely things I would believe to be at the forefront of a lot of young minds.
The fact that Sony was oppressed by North Korea without actually being a Korean business is alarming, because it shows the hold we (America) had is slipping rapidly. It’s alarming because Seth Rogen, a man I figured could never be censored, had to be forcibly shut up by people who both can’t take a joke, and have a problem wanting to maintain relevancy when the rest of the world is in mass upheaval. What really hurts is that we live in a time where that sort of originality, and unfiltered thought process is like a breath of fresh air, and wholly needed. Censorship of any kind goes a long way to kill one of the most important influences on Humanity, let alone killing censored artists.
To put it bluntly… Censorship is anti-art, and anti-art is anti-human. From the womb to the tomb, we are pure forces of creative energy. Censorship destroys our innate drive to be creative wherever we go. Ironically, Kim Jong Un turned censorship into an art form by terrorizing Sony, et al., for weeks. I can not help, but feel like that was a crime against humanity.
I am happy that I live in a country where expression is still somewhat a thing. I support Seth Rogen’s right to say whatever he wants. He does a lot of good for people, both on camera and off. My personal hope is that Sony will renege on the suspended release of The Interview. Admittedly, I was probably going to wait ’til it came out on Netflix originally to watch it, but at this point, I would really love to go support it in theaters.