If you don’t already have a drink in your hand you fail at life, there’s never an excuse to be sober on a Friday and we’ve devised this drinking game so you never need one. In honour of last week’s release of Walter Salles’ On The Road we bring you the best drinking game based on Road Trips you’re likely to find this side of happy hour. Put your foot down and chug it!
Larry Charles’s outrageously offensive, all-guns-blazing comedy isn’t so much a sharp satire as an exercise in eccentric crassness. Lacking the edge of Borat and Brüno, The Dictator is nonetheless a disconcertingly amusing, predictably gross-out affair, packed full of memorable moments and reliant almost solely upon a central performance from everyone’s favourite master of grotesquerie, Sacha Baron Cohen.
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Great facial hair isn’t born, it’s made. And we’re all glad for that, mainly for the sake of the christening photos. Whether it’s trimmed and distinguished, unruly and passionate or just quietly, silkily smug, nothing says “I’m a real man” like a fantastic piece of hairy chin-wear. And with Movember – the month where men worldwide throw off the shackles of the razor and grow their ‘taches for charity – there’s never been a better reason to explore your inner face-beast. Take inspiration from history as we celebrate this glorious month with the Top 10 movie moustaches; gentlemen, start your testosterone tablets.
Comic and “oh so controvertial” actor, Sacha Baron Cohen is all set to take on the role of the 80’s pop icon. Whhhy, I wail. But without wanting to cut my nose off to spite my face, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps it’ll be a kind of magic.
$110 million is a lot of money to ask from a man famous for gay jokes and saying “boo-yakasha” in a yellow suit. But if you’d been unfairly branded a terrorist in a film that was seen by millions around the globe, you’d probably be pretty cheesed off too.
Man on man action, casual racism, fashion frolics, religion bashing and swapping a baby for an iPod. It can only mean one thing – Sacha Baron Cohen. In a second helping of a character unaware of anything socially acceptable, Cohen throws political correctness out of the window and brings us the most vulgar and tasteless movie since Borat – Brüno.