Sunday, February 25, 2007

Movie Review -- Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan

One Word Review: Ouch (as in -- please stop, I can't breath anymore and my stomach hurts from laughing so hard.)

One Sentence Review: I can't believe the stones on this guy, and neither will you.

Sacha Baron Cohen is my master now. It's one thing to sit in a studio and mock politicians by being deliberately obtuse (his previous gig). It's another to try to kiss New Yorkers (who seem to be really uptight about their personal space), join a craps game in a black ghetto in the middle of the night, run naked through a convention of mortgage brokers chasing another naked guy with a fist-shaped dildo, or deliberately mangling the Star Spangled Banner at a local Texas rodeo.

He'd hired himself a bodyguard for this last stunt. The body guard ran away after the crowd started booing so hard it spooked the horses. That's the kind of guts he has. I'm not sure why he wasn't thrown in jail. Or shot. Or shot, then thrown in jail. Or jailed, then shot.

You get the idea.

Now, I could go own about the socially redeeming qualities of this this movie, restating the obvious & redundant point that nobody made these people act like drooling, in-bred morons. I, for one, cheered every time another red-necked racist/misogynistic dick was exposed for who they were.

Some people chose to act with grace, and did so. Good for them. Though I can't really blame the southern belle for calling the sheriff when Borat's date, a prostitute, showed up to the dinner party. She was probably already fed up with him after having to show him how to use the toilet.

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