I did want to see the film, because any film with bad taste jokes about retards, Jews, prostitutes, bears, and Jesus is my kind of thing, so I wasn't making any kind of sacrifice by bowing to Haines' demand. But ultimately, if it wasn't for Haines' and my desire to tell him he's wrong wrong wrong wrong I wouldn't even bother with a blog entry about the film. If the truth be known (and it shall), I was mostly just bored by the whole thing.
Borat offers the premise of a TV reporter from Kazakhstan going to America to learn what makes the country so great. Since he's not familiar with the political correct world of the West, the usual kind of misunderstandings take place. If you've seen the trailer for the film, you've seen Borat go to the feminist group, seen him wear the swimmers, and tell you his sister is the fourth best prostitute in the country. Basically, the rest of the film is more of the same, and with the exception of one laugh out loud moment when Borat and his buddy fight--that alone is worth the price of a rental--the film is just a lot of easy marks on the topics and I've seen its kind before.
I think, also, that Borat didn't hit my humour level quite right. I like quick, sharp dialogue, and Borat, with his broken English, never hits that for me, and the quick, speedy back and forth that I enjoy isn't there. Given the bad taste content, I couldn't help but compare Borat to shows like South Park and Family Guy. In the end, those shows go further than Borat in the bad taste, and they make a sharper commentary on their topics. Ultimately, by selecting 'America' as its commentary, Borat never makes much out of its target that hasn't been made in many broad, slap the target kind of ways. There's nothing wrong with Borat as a film, and if you want to go and see it, feel free, but if you come out of it not feeling any particular thing whatsoever, and thinking that the journey for Pamela Anderson is a bit on the not real interesting side, and couldn't they have picked something not so tired, then you're pretty much on my side of the fence.
Got to love that Jew Egg joke, though.