They’re making a jihadist video, these “Four Lions,” posing in front of a jihadist flag, making their threats and promises of destruction of the “Jews” and “imperialists” and uh, “slags.”
They’re Brits, OK? And they’re not doing well with the ladies. Otherwise, they wouldn’t calls Jews and gynecologists their legitimate targets.
They’re bold, not hiding their faces, waving their guns. Um, waving their gun. But it’s a toy, a bit too small to be convincing. The fellow waving that toddler-sized AK-47 tries to hold it closer to the camcorder, too dense to explain the concept of forced perspective, making it look bigger on camera.
Do the others understand? Not bloody likely. They’re British buffoons, Middle Eastern expats with little interest in the Koran, no genuine gripe against the West that has given them shelter, just jihadist dreams of reconciling their tiny place in the world with the grandiose violent rhetoric of idiotic, testosteroned boys.
Which these “Four Lions” are most assuredly not.
“Four Lions” is a very funny British send-up of the dimwitted children of parents smart enough to escape their repressive Islamic homelands. Mostly in their late 20s, these “Lions” listen to bad pop music, make ineptly menacing videos and one-up each other in their boasts of how they will burn their names in history.
