There's a legendary moment in Borat when you stop laughing and move on to a sort of desperate, horrified gasping because what you're seeing is, literally, beyond funny. That moment, of course, is the nude wrestling match between Borat, a hairy beanpole of a broadcaster from Kazakhstan, and his producer, a mountain of bearded blubber. When you're presented with a sight like that the most purely awful spectacle since Divine sampled dog poop at the end of John Waters' Pink Flamingos something more than mere laughter is required. Like maybe a call to 911.
There's nothing...