Borat

I was mortified.  I dislike gross-out movies.  I haven't seen Dumb & Dumber and don't intend to.  I am so far and away above all that.  But She thought the movie might be "cute" so we nuked a bag of popcorn, grabbed a couple of sodas from the reefer, dumped it all into her big purse and headed off to our second-favorite kind of matinee.

Ok, the movie.  Geez.  This guy is really dedicated to his "craft."  He sets himself up to get real beaten more than once, and in the case of Miss Pamela Anderson, he could have (should have?) been shot.  There sure as hell won't be a Borat II.  There sure as hell have to be some red faces amongst the penticostals whose transmogrification he crashed, especially one US Representative in full glossolalian rapture.

My favorite line was at the end of his Georgian, I think, etiquette lesson.  After insulting the good parson's wife and returning to the table with a baggie of - well, I don't want to give everything away.  But as he and his "guest" are being excused from the premises the line is, as near as I can recall, "Why police?  Half retard escape?"

Oh, and another hint:  the closing credits, if you last that long, include an attribution for "Feces provided by . . .".   

But like I said, I am so above that kind of stuff.