Brüno
Flamboyant Austrian fashionista Brüno takes his show to America.
Sacha Baron Cohen is back and bigger and bolder than ever. Seriously the rate he's going, he will be killed either in the hands of a dangerous terrorist or a group of angry rednecks or just anyone. His projects have always been a social and political statement, but this time around, the intelligence have been outbalanced by the crudeness and insane images the film immaturely displays. It becomes more of how far Sacha will go to make people throw up than about what point he's making. The genius of last project, Borat is the plentiful of the nativity and shocking results from many victims of different classes and races. Bruno somehow is forced to stick to one social class in order to bring genuine shock value. Its certainly bigger, but not enough. And bolder it is. Like John Water, it will challenge the audience's taste in film and it is an test of will. The images are very frank, disgusting and in your face just like a full frontal of a male member swinging and dancing about. And it talks. Seriously.
Hilarity factor is still there. There are many moments that are just funny as hell. But it is less clever than Borat, which is the part I really missed when viewing this film. But you gotta hand it to Sacha. He can proudly say "He stared Death in his face and wipe his ass all over the face and gets away with it"
3 and a half out of 5 stars
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