Hitting American prudishness and earnestness full bore, Borat is at once offensive and painfully funny.
British thespian Sasha Baron Cohen goes from scene-stealer in Talladega Nights to a latter-day reincarnation of Peter Sellers in this uneven, sketchy mockumentary of a road picture bookended by caustic scenes in rural Kazakhstan.
Cohen is the wrongfully misguided titular fellow who becomes enamored with Pamela Anderson becoming his missus.
Whether greeted with Southern hospitality or infiltrating a rodeo or Pentecostal rally, this candid fictional TV reporter generates laughter from our fears, prejudices, and follies.
Mostly using the everyday folk to make his point, Cohen and regarded small-screen director Larry Charles have made a goofy, extremely outrageous comedy that is never more uproarious as when Borat and his obese producer explicitly carry on in a hotel during a mortgage broker convention.