I figured I’d get to chat with the notoriously prickly Brit about Borat, at the very least, since the DVD was being released that very same day. But I thought wrong.
“Sacha’s not doing any press” was the official word on the day of said shindig.
And not only was S.B.C. skipping the press line, but get this: No pics were allowed of him at all. Not even inside the event, when he was giving his acceptance speech! Nada.
Okay, I’m gonna say it. Dude, you’re being downright ridiculous. You’re being honored by the Israel Film Fest; you’re devoutly Jewish; your friggin’ DVD has just been released, and you still won’t talk or take pics?
This Brit is getting way too big for his bloody overactive hair follicles. Luckily, I have some other (slightly tangled) observations from said nonphotographed event:
Dustin Hoffman presented Sacha’s award and talked about how they met. Turns out they have the same agent, and Mr. Baron Cohen was looking for someone to spend Passover with.
“Then Sacha, the wandering Jew, was a wandering Jew no more,” Dustin-doll joked. “He sat at our Passover table with my wife and four of my six kids.”
Oh, to be a (thrown) gefilte fish on that dining room wall.
And speaking of potentially smelly things, Sacha announced that his alter ego was unable to attend this do, since “he was being honored with the 2007 Outstanding Achievement in Film Award by the Hezbollah Film Festival.”
Why does S.’s gorgeous fiancée, Isla Fisher, want so badly to marry this guy, anyway?
Parental P.S.: Sacha’s ‘rents, I should tell you (and perhaps you’ve even heard) are dying for their boy to marry a nice Jewish girl. Isla, as you also may know, was most decidedly not born Jewish, a fact the Baron Cohens found infinitely lamentable.
Double Oscar-winning Jewish movie star/comic legend D. Hoffman to the rescue: Mr. H., who, for some reason I know not why, has taken S.B.C. under his talented little wing and therefore got on the phone with Sacha’s folks and explained what a “darling” girl she was, and how foolish these old fogies would be not to embrace such a lovely young thing.
I hear they’re embracing like crazy. (And not just because I.F. recently converted.)
Oh, the power of Hollywood—never ceases to make my eyes roll up toward Anna Nicole’s new home.