First review of Palin movie "The Undefeated" is in. Might want to take that"Un" off of the title.

From the New York Post:

“It’s rated X,” the director of the new Sarah Palin movie informs me as I sit down for an early screening of the biopic “The Undefeated.” I don’t know how I feel about this information. But I’m the first movie critic to see the film, so I sit back uneasily and hope I don’t have to witness any shower scenes starring John McCain.

The two-hour Palin movie, which writer-director Stephen Bannon plans to show in Iowa in a “Field of Dreams”-style cornfield, is getting a lot of attention as the former Alaska governor tours the East Coast.

Bannon promised the blog Big Hollywood, “This will go off like an atomic bomb” in the Republican primary season. Palin herself, Bannon says, gave the movie a big thumbs-up, though she didn’t participate in the making of the $1 million film. She appears in it only in news clips and is heard in audiobook clips from her memoir “Going Rogue.”

While Palin draws an audience, backstage nothing is plugged in. She hasn’t hired the hacks and flacks pols need to run a campaign and has given no sign she is interested in giving up her Fox News contract.

These days Thomas Jefferson couldn’t get elected on name recognition alone, and while Palin may be her own breed, she knows that.

Moreover, “The Undefeated,” far from shaking up the race, is just a fan film from an outsider hitching a ride on her fame, hoping that attention from political reporters in the early primary states of Iowa, New Hampshire and South Carolina will provide a springboard for a national release.

This would-be “Fairbanks 9/11” certainly blazes with passion — hosannas of awe for Palin, brimstone of scorn for her detractors (especially Matt Damon, standup comics and anonymous commenters who say mean things on blogs).

But its tone is an excruciating combination of bombast and whining, it’s so outlandishly partisan that it makes Richard Nixon look like Abraham Lincoln and its febrile rush of images — not excluding earthquakes, car wrecks, volcanic eruption and attacking Rottweilers — reminded me of the brainwash movie Alex is forced to sit through in “A Clockwork Orange.” Except no one came along to refresh my pupils with eyedrops.

Not much of a surprise here.  Palin is essentially marketing herself to the same small group of zealous acolytes, the very ones who watched her crappy un-reality show, through a different medium in the hopes they will be inspired to dive under those sofa cushions one more time to find, and send her, just a little more of their hard earned money before she is forced to pull her version of a Donald Trump and pack up her traveling sideshow and head on back home to Arizona.

That's right, Arizona.  I don't think that Palin has ANY desire to return to Alaska.  And I have to say the feeling is mutual.

Update: By the way, the New York Post is owned by Rupert Murdoch.

The same Rupert Murdoch who owns Fox News.

If THIS is the kind of reception Palin's propaganda piece receives there, one can only imagine how poorly it will be received by other critics, who are NOT paid by the same guy who put Sarah Palin on their payroll.