Palin propaganda might sell out in Texas, but in Orange County the movie opens to an empty theater.

Atlantic associate editor Conor Friedersdorf arrived in Orange County for the midnight showing of the Sarah Palin homage "The Undefeated."

Here is his report:

When the clock struck 12:01 am today, AMC theaters in select cities were permitted to start showing "The Undefeated," a feature length documentary about Sarah Palin. As it happens, I'm visiting my parents in Orange County, Calif., home to one of just 10 theaters where the film is being rolled out. Watching it didn't interest me so much as going to interview folks who decided to attend. I figured I'd meet some nice people, perhaps run into someone who knows my grandparents, press five or six Palin fans on why they like her, and convey their worldview. It's my experience that the grassroots doesn't fit the caricature of its champions or its detractors.

At first Friedersdorf believes he has arrived too late to get a good seat because he sees throngs of people lined up at the theaters.  But then he remembers that "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-Part Two" is also playing.

As it turns out his concerns about not finding a good seat were completely unfounded.

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.

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. On screen there were clips of a younger Sarah Palin helping to reform Alaskan governance. "In politics, you're either eating well or sleeping well," she said. I jotted this down: "And which of those are you doing now?" 

Shortly before the end of the film, a young couple entered, walked to the back row, started making out, then interrupted their session and left (spoiler alert) as Andrew Breitbart, who made one of several guest appearances, started talking about eunuchs. Then I was alone again, working. Instead of researching civil liberties violations, or the war in Libya, or the contest to elect the next president of the United States, I was both a journalist and the only member of the public willfully paying attention to Sarah Palin, as if standing in for the pathologies of my profession.

Afterward, I found a theater manager, told him I was a reporter, and asked if he could give me numbers about ticket sales. "Did anyone pay and not show up?" He said that they'd sold out all the Harry Potter movies until 2 a.m., and that all 5,000 seats looked full. "No," I said, "I saw the Sarah Palin movie. Do you know the figures for that one?" 

"Oh," he said, "I can't release sales figures."

Oh well, this probably doesn't mean anything right?  After all only very young people, with actual lives, go to a midnight showing of a new release.

I am sure that today the target audience for this movie will awaken early, take their Metamucil before heading off to Denny's for the "Early Bird Special," after which they will ride their scooter from the "Scooter Store" over to the local AMC, buy a ticket (making sure to get their senior discount), and after parking their scooter in the handicapped space five rows from the front and getting the valve on their oxygen tank adjusted perfectly, will sit back to enjoy watching the Nazi inspired Sarah Palin propaganda film, before nodding off halfway through the coming attractions and missing the entire thing.