So my sister and I decided on impulse last night to see what hijinks the Zohan is up to. While I'm not quite sure why he was messing around with so many older women (say it ain't so Mrs. Garrett!) and there was a gratuitous use of hummus, his tearful declaration that he just wants the world to be silky smooth is something I can get behind. Wouldn't we all be happier and better off if we just had nicer hair?
Another film highlight - my sister laughed hysterically when the players and crowd took a "disco break" in the middle of a hacky-sack® tournament. It was quite amusing although John McEnroe didn't need to lose his shirt over it.
The movie does have a very obvious and neatly packaged message (why can't we all just get along?) that gets a little heavy-handed in the end. Message aside, I still left the film with a few nagging questions. Now I have never been to the Middle East so those of you who have tell me: Are Israelis and Palestinians really obsessed with hacky-sack® and disco? Is it true that Israel has no access to post 1980s style books? Is hummus an effective hair-styling tool? I wonder...
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