Last week, I finally got around to watching Sacha Baron Cohen's oeuvre, Borat. I found it to be a work of great seriousness and import. In fact, I watched much of it with my hands covering my face, peeking through my fingers, sort of the way I watch the evening news.
Really, the guys at the dance studio still "do" Borat. It's not uncommon for Muki to shout out "I'm king of the castle, king of the castle" out of seemingly nowhere. "Verrrry niiiiice" and "my sister, she is the number three prostitute in all of Kazakhstan."
The quotes are endless. Here's a sampling that had me laughing all over again.
Totally un-PC, as you know.
But the most amazing thing was not how far they could push the envelope of taste...they pushed it pretty far, I must say (and yes, the nude wrestling scene was one of the grossest sights ever...I couldn't take my eyes off the screen). The most amazing thing was that none of the interactions with the interviewees was staged.
The poor folks with the etiquette class, and the feminists came off okay, but most showed how smarmy they really are. The car salesman ("but where IS this pussy magnet"), the gun salesmen, the frat boys. OMG, they had plenty to answer for.
Finally, he reaches California and meets his dream girl. The following sequence, and the fear in her face as she runs through the parking lot. That wan't staged.
I understand they faced a bunch of lawsuits after making this movie. I can see why.
It you're not real squeamish, this is a great movie. Totally deranged, but funny as hell.
[I got the image at Funny Pictures.net.au, which has lots more funny pictures]