How many times have you stopped short in a sexting session, longing for a more elaborate euphemism for your man's penis? I knowit's so common it's frustrating. And that's also where, historically, things take a turn for the weird, wonderful, lewd, and frankly, strange.
Now that you've seen it, what did you think? The wacky Sacha Baron Cohen is back once again after three whole years since introducing us to Borat with yet another crazy character who is out to trick people into believe he's actually real. How does it live up to that last hilarious movie?
Mars has been living here since last summer. His home is quite simple—"I don't throw lavish parties or nothing like that, I just want a bed and a TV"—but with fancy flourishes. In the driveway is a recent purchase, a gold Chevy Super Sport Nova.
Even though the format is similar here, with Bruno appearing in unlikely places to surprise the unsuspecting, the suspicion persists that most of the sequences were staged, with the majority of the participants in on the gag or even portrayed by actors. The film and the character lay their sexual cards on the table in a dizzying montage of carnal permutations practiced by Bruno and his diminutive Asian boytoy, setting the tone for subsequent bawdiness that pushes the proverbial envelope while suggesting plenty got left in the Avid delete queue. Once in Hollywood, he attempts to launch a celebrity interview show, one on which he proclaims his cultural sensitivity by replacing the furniture with down-on-all-fours Mexicans and having initial guests Paula Abdul and La Toya Jackson sit on them. Charitably willing to sit for an interview, the clearly clueless politico is led into a bedroom, upon which Bruno begins stripping as if in preparation for a tryst.
You know, these kinds of sites bug the crap out of me. It is utterly ridiculous to watch a film and count the dirty words, instances of nudity, or whatever little moment trips your moral compass up. Cohen really pulls out all the stops here, taking his reality-based prank humor to new levels.
Radical Islam. But not, it turns out, Michael Jackson. Stung by Sacha Baron Cohen: Borat's driving instructor.
Delivered by FeedBurner. Yes, my fellow co-religionists have it right, and the draft-dodger alter ego of Han Solo and Indiana Jones earns new-found respect from me. In fact, the problem with this extremely vile, disgusting movie, which has some very humorous parts to it, is that no-one in America has the guts to say no to this vulgar pig, Sacha Baron Cohen.
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