In the Mongolian capital Ulan Bator, “Shoot the Chinese” is spray-painted on a brick wall near a movie theater. A pair of swastikas and the words “Killer Boys …! Danger!” can be read on a fence in an outlying neighborhood of yurt dwellings. Graffiti like this, which can be found all over the city, is the work of Mongolia’s neo-Nazis, an admittedly implausible but often intimidating, and occasionally violent, movement
Comedy isn’t evolutionary. Hollywood has been plundering ancient history for yuks at least since Buster Keaton’s day, and there’s little in "Year One" to suggest we’ve progressed much over the last 90 years.