I watched Borat on Friday evening. I had positive hopes for it. I read reviews on how this was the needed direction for comedy in our age, a new level of provocation direly needed in this time of skewed correctness. I read articles about the suing of the filmmakers for deception and fraud. I now understand both sides.
It was a poorly done film. Sure, it had its good moments, including everything you saw in the standard trailer. [That’s where a lot of my hopes came from.] What I didn’t expect, which made my opinion negative, was what I found from myself. [Not saying that this, ultimately, wasn’t what the filmmakers were trying to achieve in the first place. Keep reading.]
Two key elements kept me from enjoying this film. J mocked me while driving home that I was offended. But really, it wasn’t offense I took from the film, but more so a dismay that there was little to no wit thrown in to actually make this film better. I had hoped that there would be this weaving of wit, a wink to the audience of, “Hey, can you believe these people?” The sort of feeling you get when Leno does Jaywalking and people actually believe that Gore created the internet. There were glimmers of it, but not enough to be substantial in an effort to truly break down the PC. [American Beauty anyone?]
The other element is just the fact that I do have boundaries and I believe that others have the right to theirs as well. I watched the film and wanted nothing more but to pull out the people who were inflicted with this parody let them in on it. [Say as in what is suggested was done with Pamela Anderson.] But to watch some of these people be genuinely hurt emotionally for only being who they are? Even if it’s not fun to watch, this is the foundation of our country, they have the right to believe that homosexuality is wrong, that etiquette to their social class means something, etc.
It relates to the same reason I choose not to continue on the Saw series beyond the first one. I have no need to watch anything remotely similar to some of the newer gore flicks because I feel that the creation of that sort of popcorn violence isn’t helpful. [Helpful for what? I’m not far along enough to know that. This whole post feels like an incomplete thought.] But to somehow use the sheer representation of simple pain and agony of characters for entertainment? Strikes me as deeply questionable.
We can speculate that these are the modern coliseums, sans lions and Christians. That now we fill theaters and watch movies like Borat and Saw. We can argue that this is intrinsic to our nature, but somehow I feel that it is gnawing at the strands of some sort of evolution. This statement seems too convoluted though…More simply, I felt a loss of brain cells and time, both of which I will never get back.