Pardon my inability to get the embed code for this, but click the link and watch Bruno march upon a London crowd at the UK premiere of “Bruno.”
Apparently American journalists have been sworn to secrecy, and are forbidden from reviewing “Bruno” until a day before the North American premiere. But here’s an early glimpse of the film from a British perspective:
Brüno charges, or rather minces, into some of the least advisable situations imaginable - attempting to seduce a confused Republican congressman Ron Paul, telling a gayness-curing evangelist he has “blowjob lips”, parading through an ultra-orthodox area of Jerusalem in Hasidic-inspired hotpants (if there’s one thing Brüno does that Borat can’t, it’s costume).
And again, he lures the unsuspecting into shameful acts - getting Latoya Jackson to eat sushi off a naked Mexican gardener, for example, or gaining showbiz moms’ consent to dress their children as Nazis.
Beneath the idiocy, Baron Cohen is also a politically astute agent who’s devised an ingenious way to confront and expose serious social issues - and indulge his own exhibitionism.
Brüno is funniest, though, when it’s at its most politically incorrect, especially when it comes to homosexuality. There’s an eye-popping montage of extreme gay sex practices (imaginary, one hopes), a surfeit of waving penises, dildos, fetish gear, anal bleaching, and an excruciating mime in which Brüno fellates the ghost of a deceased member of Milli Vanilli in front of a psychic.
Much of it is unavoidably hilarious, but is he lampooning homophobia or perpetuating it?