There is confidence in a big production come what may of the film genre. The lavishness of the production impressed Russovoir to sedate the mind of a divine comedy to follow. They say comedy is the lowest form of entertainment, true if it's slapstick and/or with a weak storyline, The Dictator however, is not just comedy, it is a controversy, a heresy, a bigotry with the distrusting relief that all what has been revealed is no way a reference, despite how strongly.
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| "My grandfather fought in the American Civil Jihad." |
Immoral and perverted, one wonders how the film had still persistently made Russovoir laugh uninhibitedly with periodic applauses (it's relegated to the unnoticeably embarrassing "penguin flap"). Though it's been a personal belief to laugh heartily if something is genuinely funny, Russovoir is not made of funny bones of depravity. Not entirely, to benefit the doubters. The new material of The Dictator, like all successful comedies, parodies, and skits, builds up and reassures that confidence to which a big production was supplied.
Unshackled of decency and diplomacy, The Dictator must be banned in some conservative countries, if not strictly for adults. It rapes the dominant senses of vulgarity. It heats up simmering racial tension, determined on the scalding of skins to a discoloration of the minority and marginalized. Enjoyable to a misogynist and unjust to a certain ethnic group implied to a certain nation, it is a film that exercises to a choke dick-to-worship. Dictatorship. Damn spell check.
The impersonation I can swallow -
the twisted humor I episodically spit.
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