Borat

I will not write a long review for fear of misleading my readers into believing that
a> I am a film critic...I know relatively little about film.
b> I watch a lot of movies...off late, I have but by no means am I a film buff.
c> This blog is quickly turning into a rant and rave section about movies.

I laughed harder than I thought I would, this is not to affirm that it matched my, admittedly, specific and bizarre sense of humor.
There was gratuitous fat, male nudity--testes should never be shot from any angle.
Poor, sweet Pamela Anderson.
I've never seen the Ali G show, I think that was a good thing going in but not a great thing coming out.
I will never tire of watching movies in New York that were shot in New York--Times Square just doesn't get old on film.
Roadtrips rule!
Texas will forever be the butt of every joke.
Enough with the Jew jokes.
I liked the ending.
WWJD (what would Jesus do?)
Speaking in tongues is always cool and very weird.

The Regal Cinema in Brooklyn is definitely not swank--far less crowded for a free screening than any Manhattan theater--this loses a bit of the edge that watching these advanced screenings lend themselves to.