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Sacha Baron Cohen, Maria Bakalova, Rudy Giuliani, Tom Hanks, Jason Woliner, Rita Wilson, Mike Pence, Stephen Stanton, Anis DorofteiStreaming (1)
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Der Anfang und das Ende in Kasachstan super, aber alles dazwischen war schwach. Es werden zwar aktuelle gesellschaftliche Themen behandelt, doch anhand einer nicht originellen Handlungskonstruktion und einem dummen und nicht witzigen Humor. Und um den Effekt einer "versteckten Kamera“, der im ersten Teil ausgezeichnet war, bemühte sich hier niemand mehr.
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In gewisser Weise hat es Borat Anschluss Moviefilm heutzutage um einiges schwerer als vor 14 Jahren, denn was damals ein Exzess am Rande war, gehört mittlerweile zum Normcore. Doch Sascha gelingt es, noch eine Schippe draufzulegen und obwohl er die grundlegenden Witze wiederverwendet, sind sie immer noch großartig und funktionieren auch in dieser partiellen Improvisation. Es tauchen ein paar Instant Classics auf (das Hereinplatzen bei einem republikanischen Kongress, der Menstruationstanz, die Synagoge, das Konzert und vor allem Rudis kaum vorzustellende Analverkehr-Szenen). Sowohl der Anfang als auch das Ende haben eine hervorragende Kadenz, Maria Bakalova ist ein tolles Sidechick, obwohl die akzentuierte Familienlinie sicherlich eine Schwäche darstellt. Meiner Ansicht nach bleibt Borat Anschluss Moviefilm eine der wenigen völlig freien Formen satirischer Kommentare zum Zeitgeschehen, in denen der ungehobelte Kasache mit einer Sammlung hochgradig frauenfeindlicher, antisemitischer und rassistischer Ansichten wie eine Liebkosung unrasierter Körperteile fungiert. Die Welt dreht sich dem Allerwertesten zu und Leute, das ist ein Ding wie Cohen das schützt, was noch vom gesunden Menschenverstand noch übrig geblieben ist.
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Ich schätze definitiv die etwa ein Dutzend wirklich witzigen und einfallsreichen Witze und Szenen, aber sonst ist es ziemlich schwach, besonders im Vergleich zum großartigen ersten Borat. Die Begegnungen mit den "nicht ahnenden" Amerikanern (die diesmal überraschenderweise resigniert sind und alles mit sich machen lassen) sind leider fade, wirken an einigen Stellen wie inszeniert und vor allem wird aus ihnen die verzweifelte Notwendigkeit deutlich, sie in eine unterdurchschnittlich inszenierte, krampfhafte und leider nicht funktionierende Handlung über die Beziehung zwischen Vater und Tochter einzufügen. Solange Cohen in bizarren Kostümen provoziert, geht es noch, aber sobald es um eine inszenierte Handlung geht oder jemand anderes auf der Leinwand auftaucht, geht der Film sofort den Bach runter. Von erstklassiger Satire kann nur sporadisch die Rede sein, meist handelt es sich um eine relativ Standard-Komödie mit grenzwertigem Humor und vielen Lücken.
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"I found a new book which only tells truth. It's called Facebook." Trotz seines Kultstatus hat mich der erste Borat nicht ganz so mitgerissen wie viele andere Zuschauer, aber ich habe ihn dennoch als eine treffend ironische Komödie wahrgenommen, die in keiner Hinsicht ein Blatt vor den Mund nimmt. Der zweite Teil hat mich in ähnlicher Weise angesprochen, wenngleich sich die Atmosphäre mehr in Richtung Familiendrama verschoben hat, aber immer noch mit einem unverkennbar ironisch-kritischen Ton. Sacha Baron Cohen als Borat ist wieder einmal ein Verrückter ersten Ranges, der sich über Trump, das Coronavirus, Amerikaner, Juden, Frauen, Feministinnen und viele andere lustig macht - was ihm an manchen Stellen gut gelingt, an anderen etwas weniger gut. Der zweite Borat ist ein Paradebeispiel für einen Film, bei dem ich jede Bewertung verstehen kann!
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I enjoyed the first Borat back in the day. It was my first encounter with Sacha Baron Cohen, and I roared with laughter at it because his ability to hide clever satire behind extremely vulgar jokes simply amused me. I'm all the more fascinated that in Borat 2 this is not only practically non-existent, but downright absent. Instead of more caustic savagery, Cohen made a pretty OK, if not actually very interesting, comedy about a Central Asian douchebag bonding with his daughter. It's not particularly interesting because Borat as such was never really a classic character and now Cohen would like me to approach him that way as a viewer. Only that I can't when there aren't even the foundations for something that would like to be a touching comedy and is largely a normal feature film. And then there are the Borat scenes. Michael Pence must have been very upset, and Robert Giuliani and his PR department must be having a hard time sleeping right now, but otherwise? Borat tries to shock, trick or fool a candy maker, a phone salesman, a printer and fax machine salesman and a few well-meaning (if a bit dim) rednecks, and they all more or less don't care. And me too, actually. As a Borat comedy, it's practically all over the place, and if I accept the idea that Cohen actually wanted to make a slightly different film with a slightly different theme, I have to wonder why the hell he did it with Borat in to begin with.
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Borat isn't exactly a comedy where you laugh from start to finish, but Sacha Baron Cohen breaks boundaries and does what probably no one else would dare to do, and for that alone I'll give it a generous rating. Towards the end the film ran out of breath, but a couple of scenes were legendary (the toilet scene with the baby, or the current covid-19 issue). I also liked the final twist, which was quite unexpected. Story****, Action>No, Humor****, Violence>No, Entertainment****, Music***, Visual***, Atmosphere**, Suspense*. 7/10.
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The second Borat is an overblown PR bubble as well as a movie that was hastily slapped together in an effort to coast on the moods of pre-election America. As Sacha Baron Cohen himself admits, he could not go back to the same well a second time simply because people already knew the Borat character. Therefore, the second film is built to a far lesser extent on confrontations with unsuspecting people who reveal themselves vis-à-vis the caricature. It rather relies mainly on a screenplay with a traditional narrative structure and the clichéd dramatic arc of the main characters, which only becomes overwrought through repetitive jokes. Paradoxically, the second Borat gives the impression of being a rapidly fermenting copy of Cohen’s chilling masterclass in Who Is America?. Though he again wagers on ratcheting up the awkwardness, in most situations, unfortunately, confrontational provocation remains only wishful thinking. It is obvious that Cohen has to try really hard to draw something usable out of the situations, but that does not prevent the PR department from spinning a carousel of spectacular claims (the apex of futility is the attempt at fomenting a scandal with Giuliani). The Borat character and the attempt to bring unnecessary dramatic consistency to the film repeatedly prove to be its main hindrances. Cohen’s need to maintain a trace of the Kazakh dolt in his new prankish alter egos by means of an accent undermines a number of scenes by limiting the potential for provocation. If Borat’s first look into American culture brought forth a lot of frightening and disturbing revelations about the American character, the return of the self-proclaimed reporter shows only a country in a state of lethargy, where even the greatest provocation will be met only with silence and raised eyebrows. The clown lost his power derived from placing a mirror in front of the country, because during his absence, America itself chose a much grimmer clown as its president and the essence within America, once previously revealed with shame, was transformed from the grotesque dark side into the norm of social discourse. It is also appropriate to note that infotainment also underwent a change during that time and that confrontation leading to throwing off façades is now a common or rather frequently updated part of journalistic comedy programmes such as The Daily Show and The Opposition with Jordan Klepper. However, that does not mean Cohen’s style of ultra-awkward confrontations has lost its effectiveness, as was confirmed by the outstanding Who Is America? project. Borat itself, or rather the transformation of its purpose, is what stands in the way. The first film occupied the plane of confrontational malice with carefully selected targets. The second film becomes a desperate slave of the narrative line, which has the consequence of preserving the dysfunctional and obviously unsuccessful pranks (the entire sequence with a fax machine, the uber driver, etc.), which previously would have wound up on the cutting-room floor or the film’s creators would have tried to stage again with other victims, if they hadn’t had a release deadline before the American elections. Cohen’s activistic agitation paradoxically drags the film to the bottom. It also brings into it an element of unnaturalness and staging, which is manifested in the well-meaning sequences of the touching humanisation of Borat and his daughter (babysitter and synagogue). The general proclamation that Borat’s return offers necessary relief for these times, thus (in addition to accepting pre-formulated claims) rather reflects an even more desperate state of the culture and society than Borat can uncover. There are flashes of that in the film and something could happen, but that would require completely reworking the concept and, mainly, rejection of the predetermined storyline. We thus go back to the beginning for confirmation that, unlike Cohen’s aforementioned series project, this film is not about America, but only about Borat, who has gone from being a functional catalyst to a dysfunctional character.
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The candid camera only works in the biggest Hicksvilles and with Giuliani. Borat is still entertaining, but the scenes with dumb Americans are no longer enough, so he adds a deeper relationship with his daughter to this road movie. A decent sequel that works better in Kazakhstan than in America.
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The first half is great: brisk, funny, politically incorrect enough, and original, but then comes the unusually stagnant filler, with the characters just moving around and boring emancipation bullshit that only someone as bold and original as Cohen could get away with. Things get back on track in the last ten minutes, which prove that this film is at its best when it relies on individual clips and gags, which isn’t that good for a feature film threading political and social insight. 65%
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