A Comment On the Unfunny Generation
IT'S my own fault that Borat made me sick. That I was ashamed I'd also taken my son.
I know it's my fault because even in the dark of the Chadstone cineplex last Wednesday I could tell I was out on my own.
From all the braying and hooting, it was clear I was the only one who didn't think Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan was the funniest joke since that one about the two dirty Jews called Hymie.
And look at the film's box office here. Its huge success in the US. Its rave reviews. "Scathingly funny", declares the Boston Globe.
So, if I'm alone in not getting the joke, it's obvious why. No sense of humour, right?