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“The Dictator” once again brings Cohen’s satirical supremacy to theaters

Much like Andy Kaufman before him, Sacha Baron Cohen has mastered the art of creating believably comical characters and remaining in gimmick for public appearances for further comedic confusion. With Ali G, Borat and Brüno, he has elevated ethnic stereotypes, scatology and other generally offensive subjects to levels so discomforting that the only way to respond is by laughing.

Sacha Baron Cohen as Admiral General Aladeen in "The Dictator"

While Da Ali G Show, Borat and Brüno were presented as faux reality shows and mockumentaries, with unsuspecting celebrities, politicians and civilians involuntarily becoming the brunt of the jokes, Cohen’s latest movie The Dictator (in theaters May 16) does not pretend to be anything more than a funny work of fiction. But that doesn’t mean the political satire and overall absurdity are any less hilarious or profane. Co-written by Cohen, The Dictator features Cohen as Admiral General Aladeen, the bumbling dictator of the North African Republic of Wadiya. The Dictator chronicles Aladeen’s inadvertent rise to power as a child up to his current tyrannical reign, which allows him such luxuries as paying American celebrities for sex and having people executed for things such as building a nuclear bomb with a rounded tip instead of a pointy one.

When Aladeen is summoned to New York for United Nations peace talks, the culture clash that you’ve either come to love or hate about Cohen’s characters reaches its breaking point. After being abducted and having his beard removed by a bigoted Secret Serviceman (John C. Reilly), Aladeen escapes to find that his right-hand man (Ben Kingsley) has replaced him with an even more incompetent lookalike, with plans of bringing democracy to Wadiya. When a feminist activist named Zoey (Anna Faris) mistakes Aladeen for a fellow protestor to his own mysogynistic regime, she offers him a job at her ailing organic grocery store. Ironically, it’s his fascist ways that turns things around for the store.

Zoey (Anna Faris) and Admiral General Aladeen (Sacha Baron Cohen) in "The Dictator"

Though his intent is to find a way back into the UN to expose his imposter and prevent the fall of his totalitarian rule, Aladeen finds himself succumbing to his secret desire to have a real relationship with a woman. And Faris’ outspokenness eventually impresses him, mostly because she reminds him a lot of himself, oddly enough. But as is the case with Cohen’s other films, the beginning and end aren’t nearly as entertaining as what happens in between. And such is the case with The Dictator, which includes scenes where Aladeen and his cohort (Jason Mantzoukas) frighten American tourists on a helicopter ride by speaking in their native tongue about a Porsche 911 and another where Aladeen loses his cell phone while helping a woman give birth.

The great thing about The Dictator (as well as Cohen’s other movies) is that the the seemingly sophomoric humor is not gratuitous. The fact that the humor is very much based in reality and that there is clearly a heavy dose of societal and political satire at work here (especially in Aladeen’s speech towards the end of the film) is what makes Cohen’s comedy resonate on many levels. And even though The Dictator doesn’t rely on Cohen’s usual tactic of humorously exposing the faults of real people, it’s still just as insightfully funny as anything he’s done previously.

The Dictator. Directed by Larry Charles. Starring Sacha Baron Cohen, Anna Faris, Ben Kingsley and Jason Mantzoukas. Rated R. www.republicofwadiya.com

“We Need to Talk About Kevin” is a profoundly chilling look at inherent evil

Kevin (Ezra Miller) shows his inner monster only to his mother (Tilda Swinton)

It has long been debated if a person can be inherently evil or if circumstances and environment make someone a monster. There is plenty of evidence to support either argument, but in We Need to Talk About Kevin, the monster is clearly born with sociopathic tendencies that fester as the title character grows into adolescence.

Based on the 2003 novel of the same name, this film is presented as the fragmented memories of Eva (Tilda Swinton), a mother whose mind wanders at mundane times like when she is sitting in a waiting room as a fan causes the corner of a poster to flap against the wall (the word “lovers” prominently displayed on the poster’s corner). As Eva’s mind sorts out the details of various incidents from her past, the viewer is forced to make sense of seemingly random images such as John C. Reilly playing with a little girl wearing an eye patch and the recurring sound of a water sprinkler being heard through white curtains flapping in the night wind.

But what at first seems like random thoughts gradually coalesces to form the story of a mother whose teenage son (Ezra Miller) has, since birth, had a dark side that is only apparent to her. When he’s an infant, Eva finds the sounds of jackhammers soothing over his incessant screams. As a toddler, he emptily glares at her as he learns to shoot a toy bow and arrow. And as a teenager he seems to find sick delight in otherwise embarrassing moments such as his mother walking into the bathroom while he’s masturbating.

At first, Eva thinks her son may be autistic. But as time goes on, she realizes he was born with a very different ailment that is nearly impossible to diagnose. Especially since he seems polite and chipper to everyone else, including his father (Reilly). Miller’s portrayal of a natural born killer is profoundly chilling, and the fact that his mother is left with the proverbial blood on her hands (which is masterfully illustrated through flashbacks of her scrubbing the red paint vandals have spattered on the front of her house) makes the situation heart-wrenchingly hopeless.

Eva (Tilda Swinton) and Franklin (John C. Reilly) cope with their son's actions

These increasingly horrific memories are juxtaposed with upbeat and jovial folk and Americana songs by the likes of The Beach Boys, Buddy Holly, Lonnie Donegan and Washington Phillips that are somehow very appropriate despite their contradictory tone. But everything seems to serve a purpose in We Need to Talk About Kevin, from the sounds that drift in and out of Eva’s memories to the Jackson Pollock-like paint spatter a young Kevin applies to the walls with water guns (foreshadowing the culmination of his lifelong disregard for anyone but himself).

Though it is not likely to be categorized as such, We Need to Talk About Kevin is one of the best horror movies of the past few years. Sociopaths often never show their true soullessness to the world, but Kevin’s ultimate act of hubris exposes his inner monster in a big way, leaving Eva with nothing but her memories of what was and what could have been. And it’s only when he is forced to face the consequences of his actions that Kevin finally shows some sign of a human conscience.

We Need to Talk About Kevin. Directed by Lynne Ramsay. Starring Tilda Swinton, Ezra Miller and John C. Reilly. Rated R. www.kevin.oscilloscope.net.

Review by Jonathan Williams