Most likely, this'll be the biggest DVD release of all time, at least among those in possession of beer, bongs, or . . . well, beer bongs. Whether it's as transgressive as critics would have you believe is highly debatable, if for no other reason than the movie feels tamer on the small screen, more like the old HBO show -- big, broad laughs -- than sociopolitical criticism made for the Cineplex. But the bonuses are the draw here, and most of the DVD extras -- the "censored footage," henh -- have surfaced on YouTube in shorter versions, among them the scenes in the West Virginia dog pound ("Attack the Jew!"), the doctor's office ("I have had gonorrhea many times"), and on a Dallas street corner, where a police officer tells Borat he don't high-five nobody. A Baywatch parody falls flat, but the biggest giggle on the entire disc may come when you try to watch the movie using the Hebrew language option. -- Robert Wilonsky
Peter Pan: Two-Disc Platinum Edition (Disney)
Disney tends to fill its deluxe editions with unnecessary clutter, and this digitally polished version of the J.M. Barrie immortal is no exception. A kiddie-pop version of "The Second Star to the Right" is outright blasphemy, and there's a . . . no, really? . . . Sudoku game, argh. That said, what Disney gets right are the behind-the-scenes docs, including one that suggests an alternate version (which opens in Neverland with a jealous Tinkerbell) and another that's a seven-minute dramatic reading of a Walt Disney-penned magazine piece from 1953, in which he wrote about being read fairy tales as a child and seeing Peter Pan on the stage when he was a boy. Then again, the movie matters most, and few studios do better jobs of sprinkling their DVDs with fairy dust than Disney. -- Wilonsky
Saturday Night Live: The Best of Steve Martin (Lions Gate)
It's an odd way to begin a Steve Martin collection -- not with classic footage (Festrunk Brothers, King Tut, Theodoric of York -- all included later), but with recent material in which he's pimping The Pink Panther while dosed on Viagra and relying on cheap boing sound effects for empty giggles. It takes a good 33 minutes to get to his first monologue, which remains perhaps his greatest appearance -- Steve Martin all by his lonesome, still mining the smarmily sincere character from which he would forge a career and fine-art collection. There are some overlooked bits rescued from the vaults and a few recent bits worth a look-see, but the fact that it doesn't include the heartbreaking homage to Gilda Radner (a flashback dance sequence) makes the DVD feel a little ill-conceived. Worse, there's a dumped dress-rehearsal sketch from the Chris Farley years. -- Wilonsky
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