At last, you can finally see for yourself at least a little bit of the bit Sacha Baron Cohen shot in Carrollton last summer, as the so awfully NSFW red-band Bruno trailer's now making the rounds.As mentioned a couple of weeks ago, the local stuff comes from the phony Richard Bey talk show sequence that makes a couple of appearances in the 2:35 clip. Great success? You decide after the jump.
Toots, what is your problem? Is it just your way to grossly insult anyone who has the temerity to disagree with your head-up-your-ass ideas?
You know, I spent nine years in the Navy, and that qualifies me to Talk Like A Sailor, as they say, and if you want to get into a shit slinging contest, then I promise you, you've met your match.
You are the Troll of Trolls, Toots, and just so's ya' know, you're the only one who enjoys your mindless banter. I think most folks just feel sorry for you, like the kid down the block who ain't quite right in the head.
Your tripe may be good for page views, but not much else, and it's good that you only show your ass here in the anonymity of cyberspace. It would be Hell to have to live with the consequences of the turds you routinely lay.
Now, you run along and have a nice day.
Sorry Steven R, you are wrong and you need to stop sleeping with the she-male who used to be married to your father.
Toots, you got it backwards. Springer's real. Sasha is fake. That's what supposedly makes it OK to laugh at him.
But it's a One Trick Pony kind of humor, IMHO. I already saw Borat, and half of what made Borat so great was the way he used the internet and viral video to promote it, had us looking for it before we saw the first paid ad. That's what made it groundbreaking. Now it's just Sasha shocking people. Sort of a Candid Camera with Sasha playing Allen Funt, except no one ever steps out of the shadows and says, "Smile. You're on...", so it goes on and on and on. Not really groundbreaking cinema, and like Pull My Finger jokes, funny for a moment, but not the second or third or fiftieth time in a 90 minute movie.
It tickles our inner desire to laugh at other people's shortcomings. An American Idol on steroids.
But, hey, by all means, enjoy.
So....fake, but funny.
This is the real deal, Springer is fake.
We will all watch it. We will all feel bad for laughing but excuse ourselves because it's just SO FUNNY. And then we'll go back to smugly dissing Jerry Springer and ilk.
Go figure, huh?