H
He’s back! Sacha Baron Cohen’s greatest creation, the iconic character who encouraged stag-night attendees to squeeze into lime-green mankinis, has returned for a second film. Fourteen years after he shocked cinema-goers everywhere in Borat: Cultural Learnings of America For Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan, Amazon announced the new film was ready, a mere month ago. It was exciting, but it was worrying, too. How could a belated sequel possibly compare with a side-spitting, gobsmacking all-time comedy classic? The answer, I’m afraid, is that it can’t. Borat Subsequent Moviefilm is nowhere near as hilarious as its predecessor. The pranks tend to be longer and baggier, more audacious than funny, and there is nothing to match the gross-out brilliance of the naked wrestling, or the magnificent silliness of keeping a bear in the back of an ice cream van. But be patient: the last half hour of Subsequent Moviefilm has enough fine material to make it all worthwhile.
More like this:
– Rebecca review: ‘A pallid adaptation’
– Five stars for McQueen’s latest
– Nomadland is ‘illuminating’
Before that, the inevitable problem is how familiar the road-movie mockumentary format has become. As in the first film, Borat Sagdiyev (Sacha Baron Cohen) is trundling across the US on a mission to meet a celebrity. In 2006, his target was Pamela Anderson. In 2020, he has been digging ditches for years in a Kazakh gulag, having embarrassed his country with his ‘documentary’, but he is informed that he can redeem himself by visiting the US Vice President, Mike Pence, along with Kazakhstan’s Minister of Culture (who happens to be a monkey). Soon, he is driving around Texas, Oklahoma and Georgia, saying rude things to locals, and hearing rude things from them in return. He can still prompt some chuckles, as well as some gasps of disbelief, but you can usually guess what is going to happen, and that simply wasn’t true of the original film.
Borat is such a well-known figure now that the filmmakers have to disguise him in several scenes. They didn’t have much choice. If Baron Cohen had stuck to the boxy grey suit, the curly hair and the big moustache, too many of the non-actors he speaks to would have realised that they were being conned. But the elaborate disguises don’t make sense in the fictional world of the film. A foreign reporter wouldn’t want to travel around the US incognito, and, anyway, his wigs and costumes are too effective for someone as incompetent as Borat to have come up with. It’s not that they’re perfect. They’re like the Quasimodo and mafia godfather outfits that Peter Sellers wears in The Pink Panther series. (And if anyone could reboot Inspector Clouseau, it’s Baron Cohen.) But whenever he puts on a fat suit, a fake beard and a false nose, you are reminded that you aren’t watching a clueless Kazakh journalist asking naive questions, you’re watching a crafty British comedian fooling his interviewees. Some of the charm is lost. Subsequent MovieFilm is closer in spirit to Baron Cohen’s 2018 series, Who Is America?, than it is to 2006’s Borat.