Lately, I’ve been noticing that talking shit about Sacha Baron Cohen is becoming a new trend:

• The Hollywood Reporter claims that Cohen can’t get his accent straight. He keeps changing "from an unconvincing Austrian to his own British and even to a whisper of Borat himself."

• Variety calls the "sourness and ill will triggered by the picture’s cumulative misanthropy" a turn-off.

• Our own Dreidel Hustler insists that Cohen has reduced his once sharp material to one "point and laugh at the funny naked foreigner" joke.

• Gawker reports that some magazine newstands place Bar Refaeli’s naked Esquire issue front and center, but are   treating Bruno’s July’s GQ cover like porn, even though you can’t see his penis.

• Landline TV produced a video about how annoying people who quote Cohen characters are (which I have to admit is kinda true) and set up a Homeland Security task force to deal with the problem.

• New York Magazine’s website complains that Cohen’s media campaign was filled with recycled jokes.

Indeed, it seems that the mainstream position to take is that Cohen is too mainstream. Well, you’re all a bunch of whining ungrateful pricks! Cohen literally puts his life on the line in ways that most active duty soldiers never will (see below video), to  entertain you, and all you can do bitch like spoiled children.   

Shut up, go pay your 12 dollars to see Brüno and like it!