Conor Friedersdorf, who sometimes subbed for Andrew Sullivan before Sullivan left the Atlantic, checks out the celluloid paean to Sarah Palin, The Undefeated* (Variety’s review is a must-read) in Orange County, California.
He did not have to worry about being disturbed by twits on Twitter, Facebook frolickers, or sexting seniors.
It isn’t strictly accurate to say that I sat through the whole movie alone. Just as the previews started, two young women walked in giggling together and took seats three rows behind me. Afraid that they’d ruined the only story I had at that point — What If Sarah Palin Starred in a Movie and No One Showed Up? — I hoped they’d at least oblige me with an interview, and so they did.
“So, um, what made you come out here tonight?”
“We’re going to Disneyland tomorrow,” Jamie said, “but she just got here, so we decided we should go out.”
“We looked online for the latest movie playing,” Jessie added. “But all the Harry Potters were sold out, and then we saw ‘The Undefeated.’ We don’t even actually know what we’re seeing.”
“Well welcome to California,” I said. “You’re about to see a documentary about Sarah Palin.”
“Oh, really?” they said, and started giggling again. I think they were expecting an action flick. When I returned to my seat, I thought maybe I’d talk to them after the movie, and get the perspective of two people who went in with no expectations. But they only lasted 20 minutes before walking out.
*Quitting is not technically the same as losing.