When it comes to the U.N, however, I’ve worked for them, and so has my sister (who spent 8 months in Iraq after the first Gulf War, working for the U.N.H.C.R.). So I know what a ridiculously incompetent organization it is. That its internal security officers are portrayed as being even remotely competent, when the U.N.’s international peacekeeping troops aren’t allowed to fire their guns – even in the face of abject murder and mayhem – is laughable. (See “Hotel Rwanda” for a devastating portrayal of their ineptitude.) And when country leaders who have committed mass genocide serve as heads of committees “investigating” human rights violations – instead of being held accountable at The Hague for their crimes against humanity – it seems highly implausible that this organization is ever going to accomplish anything. I’m glad that the U.S. has stopped funding the overwhelming majority of the U.N.’s bloated budget, which rewards secretaries and other clerks – who often work no more than a few hours a day – with astronomical salaries and cushy benefits. Let Ted Turner keep paying for this, if he wants.
If you can get past the political agenda, which plagues almost every film these days, and are willing to overlook “The Interpreter”’s improbabilities, then it isn’t a bad film. You probably won’t remember it in a few weeks, but it will be a fairly enjoyable experience while you watch it.
AUDIENCE: Adults and mature teens.
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