Let Us Now Become a Tool of the Hype Machine That is the New Borat Movie
***SPOILER ALERT***** Read no further if you dont want special Borat surprises betrayed. Okay, you've been warned.
Seattlest caught the sneak preview screening of Borat last week at Pacific Place, and we have only just now stopped laughing long enough to post the required blog endorsement: Five stars, two thumbs up, a hundred Oscars (TM), etc. You will laugh until you shit yourself. Go put on your day-glo speedo contraption and camp out ahead of the official November 3rd release date.
Interestingly, Seattlest spied in the audience our arch-nemesis, a certain Seattle-based arch-conservative film critic/culture warrior who will remain nameless. He stood during the closing credits looking mesmerized and enchanted. Later in the lobby, we're pretty sure we overheard him talking about the film with some strangers and, assuming we heard him correctly, we were shocked that instead of whining about family values, his Holiness actually focused on something not totally useless, and instead picked up on the exact same thing we had been wondering ourselves: How much of Borat's antics were staged with complicit actors who are in the loop and how much of it is real, raw cinema verite footage of the innocent and unsuspecting? We were incredulous through the whole film, not just with the obviously staged Pamela Anderson confrontation scene climax, but even with the more innocuous scenes, like when a telegram is delivered to Borat in his hotel room: There are all these different camera angles ostensibly recording everything live, but it looked like there had to have been more than one take.
Who knows? Who cares? All that matters is that you keep your eyes peeled during the naked wrestling scene between Borat and his obese producer. You will need to hose down afterward.
