Truth is, I was a little disapponted in it. The main reason is that all of the best lines were included in a 30-minute preview I’d already seen. I also think I’d anticipated it for so long that nothing could have lived up to my expectations. Much as I love Borat (Bruno, too), I’m really an Ali G girl at heart.
I was slightly disappointed too, but for a different reason. I realized that I enjoy the skits much better. Forcing the interaction with dimwits into a narrative structure ended up decreasing my enjoyment of it. If it had been an hour and a half of the usual Borat shtick I would have loved it even more. Although I laughed the hardest at the wrestling, which of course was part of the narrative structure, so there you go.
Okay, are we connected or what? Cindy and I are in different parts of the city and both thought of the same line about 4 minutes apart. Guess I should sign in and look at comments before I post–
I still can’t understand whether the rest of the audience in the theater (filled with mostly suburban teenagers) were laughing for the same reason I was laughing. And whether that matters. I want it to matter, but then maybe it shouldn’t.
I cannot concentrate on what this old man is saying.
did the retard escape?
What up, vanilla face. We need somewhere to park our black asses for the night. We just a couple of pimps, no hos.
In my country, men would like these two very much.
Her, not so much.
Truth is, I was a little disapponted in it. The main reason is that all of the best lines were included in a 30-minute preview I’d already seen. I also think I’d anticipated it for so long that nothing could have lived up to my expectations. Much as I love Borat (Bruno, too), I’m really an Ali G girl at heart.
Her vagine hang like a wizard’s sleeve.
I was slightly disappointed too, but for a different reason. I realized that I enjoy the skits much better. Forcing the interaction with dimwits into a narrative structure ended up decreasing my enjoyment of it. If it had been an hour and a half of the usual Borat shtick I would have loved it even more. Although I laughed the hardest at the wrestling, which of course was part of the narrative structure, so there you go.
You mean the man who put rubber fist in my anoos is homosexual?
“…you mean, the man who tried to poot the rubber fist up my ahnus was…a homosexual?
Okay, are we connected or what? Cindy and I are in different parts of the city and both thought of the same line about 4 minutes apart. Guess I should sign in and look at comments before I post–
I, of course, posted first.
This brings us back to my Beavis and Butthead theory:
You said ahnus.
He says ‘ah-nus’
You say ‘ay-nus’
I cried. I wept.
I still can’t understand whether the rest of the audience in the theater (filled with mostly suburban teenagers) were laughing for the same reason I was laughing. And whether that matters. I want it to matter, but then maybe it shouldn’t.