THE BROTHERS GRIMSBY Review — A Shamelessly Gross Guiltily Pleasure
Whenever a new Sacha Baron Cohen movie comes out, I think fondly of Governor Mike Huckabee. I used to do film reviews for the Governor’s popular talk show, which was syndicated on more than 200 stations, and surprisingly enough, the former Baptist minister was thrilled when a new Sacha Baron Cohen film premiered — seems he absolutely loved the British comedian’s humor, and always wanted to know if this was one he could be seen watching, or if he’d have to sneak in the back door of the theater.
Well Governor, I can honestly tell you that you will laugh uproariously at The Brothers Grimsby, but you’ll not only have to sneak in the back door, you’ll want to go full Wolfman with serious faux facial hair, dark glasses, hoodie, and even then you might want to see a 10:00 am screening…in a small Canadian border town.
Even I’m embarrassed to say I enjoyed The Brothers Grimsby, it’s that gross. And yet…that’s part of its whacked-out charm. What were you expecting? This is Bruno, this is Borat, this is Ali G — none of Cohen’s signature characters are known for their subtlety or taste. This time around we see him starring as a dim-witted, not-quite-working class British football fan with 11 children and a comely wife (Rebel Wilson). When he is abruptly reunited with his long lost brother (Mark Strong), who has become a highly skilled and brutal MI6 agent, all hell, and genitalia jokes, break loose.
Comedy sinks to elephant sex lows, the likes of which we haven’t seen since the epically bad Tom Green film Freddy Got Fingered, which goes down in my book as one of the worst movies of all time. But I can’t wholly condemn The Brothers Grimsby. It’s not the type of film I’d want my mother, or my fellow parishioners, to see me watching. But then again, if they saw me in the theater, that would mean they had paid the price of admission too, and are equally, naughtily guilty.
Rated R
1 Hour 23 Minutes
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THE BROTHERS GRIMSBY Review — A Shamelessly Gross Guiltily Pleasure