There I was, a complete virgin queuing up to go watch Brüno on its release day no less. I’ve never seen Borat and all experience I’ve had of Sacha was some innocent Ali G – yes, very very insanely innocent compared to what Brüno showed me today.

And we were off, the audience was rolling in laughter when just the intro music started (wtf?) – you just gotta love a movie that can make you laugh before it even begins! But wait, there’s more. After the first ten minutes we’ve seen pretty much everything there was in the trailers.

Then the really weird shit started. All the tacky sex jokes, all the hidden what the fuck moments and all the laughter you can comfortably get out of an evening in a dark room full of strangers.

Yes, yes it was sporadically funny.

Yes, yes it was weird now and anon.

Yes, yes it did catch you by surprise evey other scene.

So why did I feel so strangely confused, so strangely abused, so strangely unsated when I came out? Well … Brüno is Monty Python meets porn. There really isn’t any other way of putting it.

You know when you watch a Monty Python Circuss episode it’s funny at times, but mostly you’re just going “Why the fuck am I watching this? What the fuck is this shit?” and are wishing you were watching one of their films where they’re actually funny?

Brüno was like watching porn you know was supposed to be so absurdly disgusting it’s funny – but it wasn’t, felt a bit predictably boring – you know the subtle humor is funny, but somehow, put together, it just feels like someone was raping your mind. It’s almost De Sade in nature – a fight between viewer and artist to see who gives up first.

Everybody should watch Brüno! Every each one of us. It’s going to be one of those classics we all remember as much better than they actually were. Such is life.

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