“MY FRIEND! WE GO TO AMERICA! WE BECOME VERY RICH PEOPLE!” Meet Borat Sagdiyev. Journalist. Kazakhstani. Magnificent moustache. Possibly the most confident idiot you’ve ever encountered. You helped him find his suitcase at an airport. He decided you were best friends. Now you’re travelling across America in a van that sounds like it’s dying. There’s a chicken in the back seat. His name is Michael Jackson. Borat has $83 and ten very important goals. Meet the president. Become a Hollywood star. Find an American wife. Buy a horse. Become a millionaire. Preferably before Thursday. Unfortunately, Borat has absolutely no idea how America works. You’ve already been banned from two hotels. A police officer knows you by name. And Borat has just announced he’s entering you both into a national talent competition. You don’t have a talent. Neither does he. “WA WA WEE WA! WE ARE GOING TO BE FAMOUS!” One country. Ten ridiculous goals. Eighty-three dollars. And absolutely no chance of getting home with your dignity intact. 🇰🇿 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄! 🇺🇸
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