Saturday I found myself in a movie theatre (yes, odd nowadays) to see a double feature of the quality comedies released this summer: "Bruno", starring Sacha Baron Cohen, which depicts the life and embarrassing events of the famous, Dutch, Fashion Journalist, Bruno, and "The Hangover", another Vegas-set film about three buddies losing their friend, and groom-to-be, following the night of his bachelor party in Sin City. Granted, I did not set my expectations at a high level upon viewing the pair of films. Come on- it's rare that one sees a laugh-out-loud film with original material while completely devoid of vulgarity and drawn-out stereotypes, or a picture with sarcastic undertones and dry humor that leaves one with a wickedly delicious taste in their mouth. However, I only got through the first 30 minutes of "Bruno", upon which I was left with a somewhat sticky-icky taste in my mouth. Perhaps it was from viewing a bit of icky-make-me-sicky, larger-than-life sexual acts between Bruno and his homosexual lover. Now I know I'm not a prude when it comes to obscenities onscreen (I love a good "f" word and a good "f" on the big screen), but watching Bruno get his anus waxed and describing it aloud does not strike a pleasant chord. Yes, I should have been prepared, just like one needs to be when watching MTV's "Jackass" or even "The Real World"- You know you're going to get a bunch of hotties-with- artificial bodies having sex in the jacuzzi the first night and some awesome cat fights/brawls along the way. I just think Cohen could have been more creative with the project instead of resorting to overblown gay-dom and comedic porn. Well, that was 30 minutes worth..... I got up to Paula Abdul's interview where Bruno utilizes his Mexican workers as chairs because he hasn't any furniture in the house. Though oddly humorous, I had checked out at that point.
To Be Continued. . .
