Sunday, October 27, 2013

When Narcissistic Supply Is Actually A GOOD Thing

Sacha Baron Cohen is an unlikely filmmaker. On his Wiki he's listed as an actor, writer, producer, etc., but the fact of the matter is: Sacha is a master of ceremonies. A creator. Sure he's not holding the camera, positioning the boom or editing, but because of his crazy genius & big cojones (in spirit at least) we are responding to affirmatives with Yeskovich in honor of Borat (2006). At least I do. 

It's self explanatory. His outcomes are beasts in their own right. Docs or comedies? Fiction? Obviously. Whatever the case, there is constant rewinding until there is a glitch, such as when he gives a ghost a bj in Bruno (2009), or how about when he demonstrates oral to than co-star Rhona Mitra in Ali G Indahouse (2002). Recently when he acquaints w/himself for the first time inside a utility closet in the The Dictator (2012). If not for these - the world's events and circumstances would only be tallied in newspaper journals only 3% of the world read. 

All in all, for recent times (under 50 years) Sacha is an important filmmaker. His daring ventures and incessant boundary pushing becomes boundless for the greater good, of course.

Seriously. 

His marketing savvy transcends, rivaling the old school glamour Hollywood era. An era I have no doubt, Sacha is a vessel for an old soul, who reincarnated into him.  His exaggerated characters bellowings embed into lexicon. Full blown world wide web permanence & his red carpet fandangos hold testament to his -  right for the jugular - infiltrating. Shameless & in your face. My type of man.

Always a social commentator he proves time after time, all is dumb and that he's at the center of the schmuckness. There is no remedy like silliness. His dramatic structure is forgiven since the overall message in his work is for the purpose of seeing the ridiculousness people possess or how they find themselves in surreal circumstances. Examples? How about when Bruno asks concernedly, "Isn't pita the real enemy?" Or how about when he points out to angry looking Hamas leader that their leader looks like a dirty wizard or a homeless Santa. In my opinion, the real dare & ballsy part is telling Mr. Hamas that his hair is sun damaged. C'mon! This is genius! I don't see too many - anyone - doing this! When was the last time anyone flew into the middle of the night, stalked, arranged and than cornered, say Hillary Clinton, and asked her in front of a rolling camera, "Hay! Shouldn't the masses be scare of you cuz you covet power so much, and what really happened at Whitewater?" This will never happen because said person will get shot by the SS (Secret Service, dumb ass). Maybe the Brits don't take themselves so seriously a la Pythons.

I don't care if he's secretly funded by the boule, Knights of The Orange Orchid or whatever, or from her Majesty herself, but his relentless take on how clueless people are or his poking at the insanely antiquated, perturbed or whatever -is only amplified because he knows first hand the pitfalls of megalomaniacness & a disturbed soul syndrome. I think. Obviously he's astute. The balance comes when he does all this lunatistical (lunatic + egotistical = lunatistical, thank you very much) antics with an air of high regard for the targeted person. This is where his genius shines through. He gives most people their moment, us always in on the joke. Either way, his unabashed understanding of  the inner cogs of a disturbed personality is apparent. 

I pray he makes more contained havoc in the guise of self promotion, but really a tallying of humanities sorry state of affairs. As he ages, will he prove to be like expensive vino or get stale like an open can of soda? I don't know, but I welcome whatever he throws at me. As a devout goofball it's my duty to support the contained insanity that is Sacha. For now, I will just have his collection on a loop.