Being a parent of two small children, I rarely get to actually go out to see a movie in a real theater. Movie night at my house consists of some sort of alcohol, two passed out kids (not from the alcohol), the couch, and my wife. Last weekend, with the Flux Capacitor in my 1985 DeLorean filled and ready to go, I transported myself back to 2009 to view Sacha Baron Cohen’s latest creation, Bruno.
Now, I am not going to bore you with a lame ass review. I am pretty sure most of you have seen this movie by now. Like his previous film, Borat, Mr. Sacha Baron Cohen pushes the envelop pretty far with Bruno. An exercise bike powered dildo, an adopted African baby named O.J., and quasi man on man love scenes team up throughout this story about a shamed Austrian fashion reporter named Bruno Gehard and his struggles to regain stardom again in America. The situations Bruno finds himself in are humorous and sometimes even uncomfortable. As with Borat, most of the ordinary citizens appearing in the movie have no clue what is actually going on. So much so, at times, I found myself worrying about Sacha Baron Cohen’s safety and well being.
Mr. Sacha Baron Cohen excels at making you feel totally uncomfortable. That’s the beauty of his films. He wants you to laugh and then look around the theater to see if other people are laughing with you. Most people just shrug his movies off as nothing but shock factor and crude humor. I, for one, love these movies. I love, love crude humor. I breathe it. It’s part of my soul. As I became thoroughly enthralled in Bruno, something weird happened. I actually started to think. Normally, bad things happen when my brain turns on. When I utter the words “I’ve been thinking”, people normally roll their eyes in disgust. But as the last scene in Bruno ticked away, the humor quickly wore off and anger, hatred, and pure disdain set in. This, however, had nothing to do with the characters, writers, or acting in Bruno. No, my beef was with the small-minded, idiotic, and homophobic “Americans”.
Throughout the movie, you see and hear quit a bit of homophobic rants, stares, and all around attitude from the unsuspecting “ordinaries”. At times, Bruno tries his hardest to illicit some sort of negative response. Other times, the homophobic slurs just spew from these dumbasses. It adds a bit of hilarity, but this is where my mind starting working overtime.
During the last scene of Bruno, the shit really hits the fan. Bruno dresses up as another character he has deemed “Straight Dave”. Straight Dave is dressed in full camouflage with cut off sleeves, awesome white trash sideburns, and a cowboy hat. He appears in the center of a MMA fighting ring somewhere in Arkansas. He riles up the crowd with chants of pure macho, hetero rhetoric until they reach a frenzy. Then it happens, someone calls him a “fag”. Well, that someone is actually another actor who appears as his assistant, Lutz, during the film. What the crowd doesn’t know is about to totally hurt them. Lutz (Gustaf Hammarsten) has a huge gay man crush on Bruno. Lutz makes his way down to the center of the ring and finds himself face to face with “Straight Dave”. They lock eyes for a minute and then it begins. Right before your eyes, a mock scene of pure man on man lust unfolds. Tongues are exchange and clothes are ripped off. I bet you can guess what happens next. Bruno and Lutz are instantly met with boos, trash, and thrown beers. The cameras quickly panned the audience to find looks of terror, chants of hatred, and even a grown man with tears streaming down his face. Yes, you read that correctly. This public display of man love made a grown ass man cry real tears. Wow.
After my laughter subsided, my rage set in. This is not the America I know and associate with. No. These people must be from a different planet altogether, right? Given the location of this event, I could argue that maybe homophobic values and hatred are the norm. That would be stereotypical of me to think that way, but given the atmosphere of the incident, how could I think otherwise? I mean, is this what we want the rest of the world thinks of us Americans? This gave me a big case of the sads. I know this was an over the top display of ridiculousness, but are we that sad of a society that it would be enough to bring a grown man to tears? I am willing to bet that if the situation was reversed and involved two women going at it in the ring, the outcome would be much more different. So, the next time you sit down and watch one of these silly films, don’t just brush it off as just humor. Let the hilarity and ridiculousness of Bruno teach you something about acceptance. I can’t believe I am saying this, but I certainly did.
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TJ wants and African baby named O.J.


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