It’s Baron Cohen’s commitment to the character and no wink to the audience that still captivates.
A dictatorship or a highly polished jewel?
To get an advanced viewing of BORAT SUBSEQUENT MOVIEFILM, I had to make several vows (but no branding) which limits my review to generalities. No spoilers, no cast members and no twists. All critics must use the entire title (or some form of it but cannot identify it as “you know what”). Well, I could write about the not-surprising $2 billion dollar collapse of Quibi or the defrocked legal analyst, Jeffrey Toobin. What a priceless, self-sacrificed humiliation – in both cases.
It’s been fourteen years since we have seen Borat (Sacha Baron Cohen) from the glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. And I can confirm that it is indeed a fascinating and very beautiful country. I saw no peasants and no livestock being nursed by human females. (Though I did see this when I was traveling through Papua New Guinea.) I spent a great deal of the Kazakh tenge (1 Tenge equals .0023 USD) on robes and handbags. By Day 2, I had filled up two suitcases and had to go to an outdoor market to buy another big suitcase strictly for shopping.
Fourteen years? It took Bill and Ted’s writers 31 years to come up with a story. And it was a pretty lousy and sleepy-headed one. Thank God the writers decided against having Bill and Ted abducted by Reptilian aliens from the Draco constellation.
Its been 20 years since Neo draped himself in his monk-prince, Mandarin-collared black trench coat. Who is next? Will Al Pacino return as Tony Montana? It has only been 37 years since Tony supposedly died. It was his double!
That guy who played Luke Skywalker in 1977 has been resurrected. He’s everywhere now.
Since Borat captivated America with his shameless naïveté and unabashed pleasure at our absurd lust for flesh and power, the worm has turned. How can anyone make fun of everyday Americans when the country has been killing off all the canaries before they even hit the coal mines.
Borat is too famous to fool anyone in America’s backwater towns. So Borat has to wear Halloween costumes as he returns to the U.S. to make peace. His task is to bring the renowned Kazakh Minister of Culture, a monkey, to Mike Pence as a gift. Borat’s 15-year-old daughter, Sandra Jessica Parker Sagdiyev (Maria Bakalova), slips into the crate with the monkey. The sad tale to the end of Kazakh’s Minister of Culture forces Borat to gift his daughter to Vice President Pence instead. But first, she needs a bath and a pair of flip-flops. Unlike Ted’s teenage daughter, who channels his mannerisms and vocal stylings, Sandra has not inherited Borat’s distinctive clothes sense or blistering enthusiasm for America.
Kazakh’s Minister of Culture follows the example set by Roman Emperor Caligula. He indulged his favorite racehorse, Incitatus, with his own staff, house, and stable. Then Caligula topped himself by assembling the Senate and announcing he intended to make Incitatus a consul.
It’s a shame Berdymukhamesov doesn’t permit more tourists to experience his dazzling, energy-rich country with its magnificent white-only marble buildings. Because of Turkmenistan’s vast natural resources, it will be a vital presence in the world’s future orchestrated by one man’s totalitarian vision. And only white cars are permitted in the capital.
Regardless of the imposed embargo on reviews and Amazon’s quest to keep certain scenes in BORAT SUBSEQUENT MOVIEFILM secret, the appearance of Rudy Guiliani being faux interviewed by Sandra has overtaken the news. President Trump is understandably jealous. It is crucifying that the once hailed Mayor of the Country voluntarily flirted, touched and followed a “journalist” into a bedroom and flopped himself on the bed. Putting his hand down his pants was his personal rapid decent into Hell.
The brilliance of Baron Cohen shines when he sings his racist song, giving his audience a sing-along refrain. It should become a rap anthem.
While not as outrageous as we had hoped, perhaps that can be placed on director Jason Woliner’s lack of a tainted view of culture, it does convey an emotionally evolved Borat. BORAT SUBSEQUENT MOVIEFILM can, uncharacteristically but intentional, be defined as political satire. Previously, if I remember correctly, Borat had anal sex with a foul smelling bear of a man (and enjoyed it), but now has become more sober and cannot find the humor in a tsunami.
There’s a rule that only so many names can be added to the writing credits for a book or a movie. I do not know exactly what any of BORAT SUBSEQUENT MOVIEFILM writers contributed to the movie, but each screenwriter had clout and their agent’s skill to be listed in the credits: written by Sacha Baron Cohen & Anthony Hines & Dan Swimer & Peter Baynham & Erica Rivinoja & Dan Mazer & Jena Friedman & Lee Kern.