This Friday Night at the Movies, I sat myself down for Borat: Culutral Learnings of America For Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. What the film lacks in titular brevity, it more than compensates for with faux anti-semitism and creepily hairy homo-eroticism. At times, it seems like the Sasha Baron Cohen takes the easy way out, resorting to scatological humor and relying on variations of a Yakov Smirnoff-esque caricature of the socially and technologically backwards Kazakhstan. For the most part, though, the movie stays on track. Interview subjects are generally disarmed by Borat’s “ignorant foreigner” questioning style and as they gently condescend, they are unable to see that they’re the butt of the joke. There’s not much depth to the narrative. The bare bones of a story revolves around Borat’s cross-country quest to find Pamela Anderson and enclose her in his “marriage sack.” As he travels he makes some new friends, learns some life lessons, and maybe, just maybe, finds true love along the way.
The movie is quite funny, and the audience seemed really into it. There were many attempts to mimic Borat’s accent outside the theatre as I waited in the impossibly long line. The only thing that deeply irks me about the film is that I see it becoming the next cultural milestone. I can already hear the stupid frat boys yelling “Jagshemash!” at lame keg parties instead of doing Ron Burgundy’s dialogue from Anchorman. I don’t know if it will reach Napoleon Dynamite levels of cultural saturation, but I know I’ll get sick of it before too long.