Having watched the almost unwatchable, deeply unfunny
Brüno in a nearly empty theater tonight, I wonder whether
the provocative and offensive original ending might not have made for a more successful film. What this movie really needed was a climactic moment of forced self-reflection that indicts the audience for its willing participation in this drawn-out, ugly spectacle; that, and that alone, might have elevated this long series of banal and childish gross-out pranks to something that actually warrants
a comparison to Swift. As
Brüno stands, the film has almost no depth, its "critique"—of what?—no actual content.
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