Sunday, July 17, 2011
Despite fears to the contrary by some in the blogosphere, the new Sarah Palin movie was met with empty movie theaters seats. When will people accept what I’ve said all along about Mama Grifter? This heffa is less popular than an outbreak of herpes.
A writer for the Atlantic reports his experience at an AMC theater in Orange County, CA — the epicenter of Republican politics in California.
Our airport is named after John Wayne. Ronald Reagan remains a hero to many. Even Richard Nixon’s association with this place is treated as a point of pride.
“The Undefeated,” [is a] feature length documentary about Sarah Palin.
Jamie Watkins, 22, is a Missouri native, which qualifies her as a real American. She only recently moved to Southern California, and her little sister, Jessie, age 18, was visiting for the first time.
“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 Undeafeated.’ 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.
After that, it is strictly accurate to say that the theater was empty, except for me.