I initially posted this a few days ago, however…someone I respect a lot was offended and insulted by it, so I removed it. After considering it, I’ve decided it’s accurate, and a blog is…after all…just my thoughts. If you disagree with this post, just chalk it up to differing opinions. And to that person who hated this post—even though you liked this movie, I still love you!
I succumbed to all the hype surrounding the movie Borat and bought my ticket…one zillion people can’t be wrong, right?
I went, thrilled at the prospect of escapism…leaving behind my real life for a couple hours. I’d read a review (“it’s smart and funny! original!), seen how the movie was eliciting stars and thumbs like I’d not seen in a long while. This is the movie of 2006! A MUST SEE!
The movie came on…disbelief quickly turned to disgust…then to boredom. The jokes got old fast. A Candid Camera with nudity and references to bodily functions and incest. Daring! Genius! After about 30 minutes, I called it quits.
I believe I have a good sense of humor…I fancy myself having an ability to see the absurd or the ironic in daily situations. I rely often on dripping sarcasm to get my point across, and I snicker at the politically incorrect on a frequent basis. So, why was I turned off by this movie?
It’s not that I am necessarily disturbed by the movie itself. What disturbs me is the fawning, the positive reviews, the declaration by our society that this movie is somehow great. It’s not. It appeals to the basest parts of our selves, and the fact that it is the #1 movie in America at present says more about the state of our country than the elections of last week, the war in Iraq, the price of gas, the ozone layer, our timber forests, or the divorce rate. It says, in essence: we as a nation desire to be amused by the lowest common denominator. Both a frat boy and the most pretentious university professor can laugh with with equal abandon at Borat. Even playing field.
Time magazine proclaims that anyone over 35 years old will hate this movie, and those under 35 will love it. That seems a valid demarcation, but you may be that 40 year-old hipster who thinks this movie is truly entertaining. If you loved this movie and consider yourself somehow intellectual, unique, of fine taste, alas hip…you are not alone. There’s millions of you (unique) consumers out there-all proclaiming that a man playing jokes on regular folk with a plastic sex toy is GENIUS.
Me thinks the joke’s on you.