Most of us have done a Gibson - said stuff we didn't really believe in, in an, er, unguarded moment.

Borat is a prized, paraded collection of such moments. Especially the jew-hating stuff. Only problem: it's all real and it's all on screen, the anti-semitic, anti-gay old cowboy, the misogynistic college boys, the well-meaning types ready to indulge a seeming ignorant ingrate for the promise of cash.

Parts are very hard to watch, particularly those involving fat naked men, but any film that can ask a "chocolate-face" politician, two-time presidential contender Alan Keyes, "Are you saying that the man who tried to put a rubber fist in my anus was a homosexual?" gets my vote. The film, not the politico.

And Pamela Anderson, the Holy Grail of Borat's quest - or maybe Holy Grill - to gain cultural learnings to take back to his glorious nation, is either a disgracefully underrated actress or she's in on the joke. She can run too.