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After "Borat" and "Bruno," Sacha Baron Cohen-change decreases in the autocratic role of the supreme leader of the state of North African Wadiya. A new, zany satire directed by Larry Charles, who spares no barbs to "democratic" America
"It is outrageous to call the dictator!" Said the admiral general indignation oozing Hafez Aladdin (Sacha Baron Cohen), indemocraticamente elected supreme leader of the state of North African Wadiya, which also boasts the title of chief ophthalmologist, invincible, triumphantly, loved oppressor of his people, good swimmer, even butterfly. Unfortunately for him, the UN is preparing to hit him with a shower of penalties (and perhaps missiles), so Aladdin is persuaded by his uncle Tamir (Ben Kingsley), head of the secret police, to come to New York to explain their reasons before the UN Security Council.
In fact, Tamir seeks to replace his nephew with a double decerebrato Wadiya and then sell the oil companies in exchange for a villa on Lake Como, next, states, that of George Clooney. Aladdin survives an assassination attempt, but he finds himself wandering alone in his underwear and without his distinctive beard through the streets of the Big Apple. Here is rescued by Zoey (Anna Faris), the holder of an alternative bio store, which, while completely failing in the attempt to inculcate a minimum of democratic culture (actually, Aladdin the reorganization of the store like a micro-dictatorship, becoming the " Supreme grocer "), will eventually turn the loving spark in him, causing him to reconsider, if not its questionable principles, at least its priorities ...
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Directed by Larry Charles, former director of Borat and Bruno, and on Italian screens from 15 June [in a censored version. When an escort tells Aladdin "Gotta go, I'm sorry," he says, "It remains to snuggle?" and her "No, I have an appointment with the Italian Prime Minister". ed], The Dictator see-change actor and writer Sacha Baron Cohen into the shoes of a new, awkward, insane character, epitomized the nth power of the despots of our time (not coincidentally, the film opens on a provocative "In Loving memory "whose subject is the North Korean dictator Kim Jong-il). Aladdin misrepresent it a popularity that defies the laws of percentages ("polls say that 112 percent of the population adores me"), indulges in a delusional cult of his person, exhibits taste and tacky megalomaniacs, and sexuality macho and child the latter expressed the Freudian obsessive desire to possess weapons of mass destruction, not surprisingly, wants his super missile bankruptcy forms as much as possible and, of course, very, very big.
If the title and subject of the film may recall The Great Dictator by Charlie Chaplin (although, even here we encounter a "double" the tyrant), it should be noted that the satire is much less delicate: as Borat and Bruno, comedy Cohen does not save anything to the viewer as to details of excretory and urogenital order, bringing it dangerously close to the threshold of tolerance.
That said, the film lacks neither sensitivity nor genuinely funny moments. The dictator, for example, appears in all its solitude without suffering when, after a spirited (and handsomely paid) night with Megan Fox (playing himself), he was seen hanging yet another, melancholic photographic proof of his prowess sterile sexual immense wall papered with Polaroid’s of the same tenor. Hilarious, however, the scene where Aladdin complains of having to sleep in his own palace Osama bin Laden (the true, accurate, not the impersonator killed by the Americans): "Try to go into the bathroom after Osama", says almost hysterical, "and you will discover what really is terrorism. "
The reference to the various North African and Middle Eastern tyrants and despots is explicit, but there vitriolic barbs to "democratic" America. Like when Aladdin candidly says that only in a dictatorship you can make one percent of the population owns three-quarters of the wealth of a country, the impression is that, compared with sharks of multinational corporations, the dictator is only Wadiya a simple-minded obsession with sex.
And, ultimately, the film seems to suggest that Aladdin is that the face rougher, and unpresentable good-for-nothing of the dictatorship, which makes it unrecognizable elsewhere under the respectable guise of democracy. Which leads to the inevitable question: is there really democracy?
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