By: Austin Takahashi
Rating:
Bruno is a film where its likeability factor directly depends upon the viewer’s standard of morality. Open-minded perverts with a lazy conscience are guaranteed 87 minutes worth of consistent laughs. While the sane minority of today’s generation will go to bed in shock knowing that there are normal people out there who are entirely capable of abnormal actions with nothing more in hand than a dildo and a receipt for their dignity.
I am a person who is known for my embarrassing acts in public. I do ninja rolls in the middle of malls and I shout like a retard with an extra voice box when I’m with friends, but Bruno takes the art of self-embarrassment to a different level that even the jackasses from Jackass will think twice on doing.
Sacha Baron Cohen (Bruno) has gone racial to sexual. His portrayal of Borat 3 years ago was funny without crossing the line. His new alter-ego, Bruno, the Austrian homosexual, did not only crossed the line, but took two planes, a cab, and a jog pass the imaginary line of Hollywood that limits how far a movie can go.
I am not recommending you to watch Bruno, but if you still will, I advise you to not watch it with the opposite sex. If you do not comply, the chance of awkwardness is very high. A slap to the face is less likely, but more fun to see when in a public theater.
There is a scene near the middle where I was assured that what I was watching will never be screened in an IMAX theatre in a million years. I’ve seen things in movies come to life, talk, and run around. I’ve never thought I would ever see a zoomed-in, possessed, male “yoohoo” shake in a very uncomfortable manner.
With all its lunacy, Bruno did contain one very funny scene that was funny enough to prevent me on giving this film the occasional “0 Stars”. But that one scene isn’t a good enough reason to watch the movie as a whole.
Wanna know how polluted your mind has become? Watch Bruno, and if you laughed at the parts where saints would vomit, then you are one certified pervert. Good luck.
