Borat came with both laughs and class (yes, the crass movie had a certain class to it).
Alas, while Brüno serves up the laughs in abundance the class aspect has surrendered to the crass element.
After a while, you get more than a little tired of the nudity, the anal bleaching, the dildos, the sex machine, the homosexuality, getting whipped, the homophobia and truth be said you get tired of the movie itself.
Following the Borat framework, in Brüno we have Sacha Baron Cohen once again coming to America.
Only this time, he plays a gay man from Austria in search of celebrity status.
In pursuit of his celebrity goal, we have Brüno trying his hand at various things like becoming an actor, talk-show interview host, taking up a charity cause, solving the Middle East crisis and bringing peace between Israel and Palestine, attempting to get kidnapped, adopting a black baby and toward the end even trying to become straight.
While some of the acts do raise some laughs (the warring parties in the Middle East are Jews and Hindus), the whole movie lacked the coherence, spontaneity and the life of Borat.
Besides playing the role of Brüno, Sacha Baron Cohen (along with a few others) was responsible for both the shoddy story and screenplay.
Making a good comedy is a hard act but delivering a worthy follow-on to Borat is a harder act. In Brüno, while Sacha Cohen succeeds to some extent in the former because of his weird attire and weirder antics, he fails at the latter goal.
And the movie certainly did not seem like a spoof on homophobia in America.
Sex in the right dose, whether on bed or on the big screen, is fine but an overdose of it a la Brüno becomes a pain in the ass.
Just like this movie Brüno turns out to be in the end.
Overall, our ticket money ($9.75) for the midnight show of Brüno was not money well-spent.