There is little that is subtle about the Borat film – it’s a “make sex on your face” kind of experience, an onslaught of Jew, Gay, “foreign”, Baptist and Texan jokes. It’s also very, very funny.

The film, part road movie, part SNL-style skit fest, holds together as a narrative quite well. Borat travels across the country in search of his true love that he spies on late night reruns. Along the way he sings at a rodeo, befriends a bear, throws money at cockroaches, and wears the finest bathing thong of the season. Additionally, the naked fight is sure to go down as one of the greatest on screen duels in cinema history (be damned, Adventures of Robin Hood – a longer (and blacked out sword) has taken over for now.)

This is cutting satire at its best, unflinching in its brutality. The Borat character takes Andy Kauffman’s “foreign man” schtick to a new level, mixing in some of Peter Sellers’ timing and physical slapstick to create a unique character. Borat is in fact a richer vein for comedy than even Ali-G, Coen’s other alter ego from the HBO series. His lampooning skewers the scared cows of comedy, with racism, misogyny and homophobia bandied about with side-splitting aplomb.

Simply put, Borat is a hilariously unsettling examination of hatred and ignorance in all its forms. It’s “wa wa wee wah!” good.