I LIKE YOU. YOU LIKE ME? I've long been a fan of George Saunders. His CIVILWARLAND IN BAD DECLINE and PASTORALIA are two of my favorite works of fiction in recent memory. In the latest NEW YORKER, Saunders writes a bracing satire of the BORAT phenomenon, essentially reminding us that cruelty, real bitter searing cruelty is at the core of the film. Still, I can't help but wonder: Did Saunders reach this realization in the middle of a gut-wrenching, tear-inducing laugh convulsion, as I did?

A lot of funny is mean. Alas, a lot of mean is not funny. Where do you weigh in on BORAT?

Update: Here's critic extraordinaire Anthony Lane on BORAT. Nize.