The premise is simple enough. Ali G - real name Alistair Leslie Graham - has spent two decades doing precisely nothing of value: "chillin', tokin' and bonin'," as the film's own synopsis so elegantly puts it. Then Julie (Morgana Robinson), his long-suffering girlfriend, drops the bombshell that she's eight months pregnant. Suddenly the boy from Staines needs income, and so he does what any self-respecting man-child would do: he flies to America to reclaim his former glory. What follows is a picaresque road trip through the strange new landscape of 2026, with Ali encountering adversaries who - according to the admittedly breathless official synopsis - threaten "his and his child's very existence."
Baron Cohen doesn't just play Ali here. He also resurrects Colonel Erran Morad and Dr. Nira Cain-N'Degeocello, two of his other signature creations, weaving them into a narrative that functions as a kind of Baron Cohen greatest-hits album with a plot stapled on. The interview segments are genuinely the engine of the film: real political and media figures, including C. Stewart Rodeheaver, Allan Lichtman, and George Santos - all playing themselves, which is a sentence that practically writes its own review - sit down with characters who have no business being in the same room as them. Clive Russell turns up as Malcolm "Rocky" Atkins, Tiffany Haddish gets a lively cameo as a lab technician, and DJ Jazzy Jeff appears as himself, because of course he does.


























