Debbie Schussel is not a c**t as she claims Sean Penn called her in an email. A c**t is far too wonderful a body part to call her. She is what comes out of a c**t at a certain time of the month. She picks on a rather mundane thriller called "The Interpreter," that nobody is calling a masterpiece, but having seen it I submit it's not worth getting excited about either way. Schussel knows bupkis about movies, and procedes to prove it as she tries to compare Sean Penn with Leni Reifenstahl. Just so you know, Penn is an actor, not a writer, producer or director as was the Hitler loving babe. Penn just says the words other people write, and usually does it pretty well while trying not to run into the furniture. Leni Reifenstahl was Hitler's evil genius---writer, director, producer, film editor, and over all über Graffitikünstlerin, and deserves a place in the film parthenon apart from all actors. I have made a private vow never to attack people by associating them with Hitler, Stalin, Reifenstahl, Alger Hiss, or other demons from the past. We live in today, and today is bad enough. Although Schussel does remind me a little of this guy Attila the Hun who I met when I was in a mental hospital a few years ago. He didn't know shit about movies either, but he liked watching the History Channel and, like a true hun, cried like a baby every time the Germans lost a battle.

Yes, this little movie is pro U.N. but it doesn't hide it---both the trailer and TV ads praise the UN---so what?. It's so light in weight that it isn't even pro UN enough to make one do more than yawn---actually that is the problem with the movie, nobody cares if everyone in the UN drowns in Oil for Food money, child rape Peace Keeping forces, or their all around corruption. I think that those of us on the Right trod a dangerous path to extinction when we attack entertainment as some kind of Left Wing Commie plot when we don't like parts of it. Sydney Pollack, the director, has done some first rate movies ("Tootsie,"" Search for Bobby Fisher,"and the great "Jeremiah Johnson" to name but three out of thirty movies) and Pollack doesn't need me to defend him.

Just a word to the Right: Debbie Schussel deserves a separate place in the movie criticism universe somewhere between Alfred E. Newman and the Gay Men's Chorus of San Quentin. If we insist on making a real movie critic out of her, we will more than deserve all the abuse we get. She is what an extreme POV is all about. If it becomes ours, we are shit.