Funny For All The Wrong Reasons.
I'm quite proud to admit that I've never watched Da Ali G Show. Generally, a show about a Jew pretending to be black would already be about as appealing to me as getting leprosy on my gangrene, but that's not what's bothering me. Actually, I find Sacha Baron Cohen quite a gifted performer, a comedian capable of committing completely andtotally to a role, refusing to break character under any circumstances. What's annoying as hell, however, is the kind of people who like Da Ali G Show, and I'd rather deprive myself of hours of mordant satire than associate myself with those mouth-breathing degenerates. Most people who like the show have no idea what's going on. They see some idiot dressed like them interviewing Butros Butros Gali, confusing the poor man half into the grave he escaped from by moving from Africa to New York, and they think the joke’s on him. But in reality, the joke's on Ali G, or more accurately, the media, which is so obsessed with the youth market they're exactly three demographic points away from getting Tony Yayo to anchor NCB Nightly News. They see his flagrantly homosexual character Bruno, and think it's a slur against gays, whereas it's actually a confrontational stance against celebrity homophobia. And most don't realize that Borat is not meant to ridicule Kazakhstan, but rather the shit-head idiots who go to see Borat. And you know the kind of idiots I'm talking about.
1) They've got the box set of Scarface, and they keep their weed in it.
2) They have girlfriends with ponytails so tight the thick layer of pancake makeup covering their pasty white faces is threatening to split and reveal pimply 14 year old skin.
3) Jewelry seems like an acceptable thing to wear to every occasion, whereas most men try to limit wearing necklaces and rings to trips to the gay bar, and whenever they need to be a middle aged Russian gangster.
4) A tattoo of a panther? Seriously?
5) They keep a lot of Tupac CDs in the glove box of their mother's SUV.
These people don't realize that as funny as Borat may be, it's empty and meaningless. Instead of revealing the intolerance and bigotry of the people he encounters, Cohen merely buffoons around, breaking things in an antique shop and trying to kiss people on the subway. There are moments, like a horrifying scene with some half drunk and fully retarded frat boys, that threaten to become interesting, but the rest is just an over-educated Englishman pretending to be a bumbling foreigner in front of annoyed Americans. While a bunch of idiots watch.
Underage? Read a PG-13 review at The Comic Book Bin. Then come over to my house and let me watch you touch yourself. Girls and effeminate boys only need apply.