What do you call 89 minutes of gay-bashing, anti-Semitism and racism?

Well, for some, just another day in the streets of glorious country of “US and A.”

In Hollywood it’s taken the form of “Borat,” a.k.a. the funniest movie ever made.

British comic Sacha Baron Cohen stars as Borat Sagdiyev, a Kazakhstani reporter, documenting his travels to America for “Cultural Learnings of America to Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan,” as the film’s tag line implies.

In the over-the-top, offensive film that spares no one, Borat, an alter ego from Cohen’s HBO series “Da Ali G Show,” travels from coast to coast in a gut-wrenching comedy unlike any other.

The story unravels when Borat begins his documentary in New York City, only to fall for “Baywatch” star Pamela Anderson. In a scene reminiscent of a middle school boy’s first encounter with this curvaceous lifeguard Borat, in gawking form, sets out to find “my Pamela.”

When he finds his producer Azamat (Ken Davitian) masturbating to photos of Pamela, he engages in the most memorable scene: wrestling in the nude with a hairy rotund man, where censor blocks increase in size during the battle royale.

His shamelessly offensive route is what makes the movie. Watch Borat travel from a gay pride parade in Washington, D.C., to southern dining in Alabama, to the hoods of Atlanta, to a rodeo in Virginia.

Although Cohen hits every demographic, one particular group that he is keen about making fun of are Jews.

Ironically enough Cohen who sings “throw the Jew down the well, so my country can be free, you must grab him by the horns, then we have a big party,” is Jewish.

The movie can only be described as fall over funny. I spent as much time on the ground as I did trying to get back on my seat. One of the funniest times was when he sent himself a telegram that his wife died and the poor messenger had to break the news.

How could Cohen deceive all these people? The scam involves people signing releases with the belief that Borat was actually Kazakhstani and filming a documentary about American culture. Some people are laughing now, others aren’t.

Those others are the Kazakhstanis, and they’re mad. Real mad. The government of the 9th largest country in the world did not like references that inferred Kazakhstanis drink wine made from horse urine and that men sleep with their sisters.

The Kazakhstani ignorance is evident when Borat’s mistaking an elevator for his hotel room, washing his face from a toilet bowl and searching high and low for the “p—- magnet” in a H2 Hummer.

Will he get his Pamela? Watch and find out. Borat is beseeching you to watch.

“You go look, if not success I be execute,” he says on his Web site.

With the cult-like following that this film is already receiving, it looks like Borat is safe.

Michael Nissman can be reached at [email protected].