The Little Professor proposes sensible linguistic reform - term limits. She objects to 'interrogate'. That's one of my pet peeves, too. More specifically: 'interrogating the boundaries'. Someone with too much time on their hands needs to rewrite the first part of the play within a play in Midsummer Night's Dream - "O wicked wall" and "Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!" - so it's about a bunch of idiot graduate students writing a hermeneutically suspicious paper about 'interrogating the boundaries'.
Just plain 'interrogate' is good enough for comedy. Shakespeare in the little room, looking nervous, tapping the table. (Alternatively, just a book on the table.) Critics watching him through the one-way glass. Lots of gritty, cynical banter as they sip coffee in styro. Hardboiled Walter Benjamin: 'You think he's the guy?' 'Hey, even if he isn't, no guy's so civilized he ain't a testament to barbarism. He wouldn't be here if he didn't have somethin' to hide. Just look at him.' Maybe a good-critic/bad-critic routine. One posing as a sympathetic humanist. 'I know you're a good guy and this is all a misunderstanding. But my partner here -' Then the bad critic explodes into a stream of foam-flecked jargony abuse. Then a third critic bursts in, kneecaps and tasers the Bard, who starts bawling and confessing to everything. Alternatively, a version of the Nite Owl interrogation scene from L.A. Confidential. Two famous authors in different rooms and the critic shuttling back and forth, expertly, getting the suspects to cough up dirt about each other, reducing them to blubbering crybabies. Later, over drinks: 'Why'd you become a critic?' 'I guess every kid wants to be a critic. I guess I wanted to help people, do some good, make a difference.' 'So do you? Make a difference, I mean?' 'I dunno. Sometimes it just gets crazy. But I get tenure in two weeks. Then I don't gotta worry about nothin'.' Of course the author escapes from his cell and kills the critic just before he gets tenure. So the critic's partner has to track down the the author and avenge the critic's death. Ah, the function of criticism at the present time. To be the thin blue line between the reading public and the text.
Oh, I know, Jonathan, it's not as bad as that. But it's still funny that people say 'interrogate'.