If you thought “Borat” was wild, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet… “Bruno” makes “Borat” look like a sweet version of Disney on Ice. This time Sacha Baron Cohen is “Bruno,” an Austrian fashionata in search of himself. Within ten seconds of the movie’s opening scene Bruno attacks Autism. Within twenty, he focuses on every form of jaw-dropping anal sex. And, that’s just the first few minutes. He attacks retardation and pregnancy termination, too. And if you’re offended from reading this review, you may just want to skip the movie. The plot goes like this: Moments after being black-listed from the Milan fashion shows, Bruno flies to L A in an attempt to be the biggest Austrian star since Hitler (a poke at Arnold Schwarzenegger.) In tow is his “assistant to his assistant” – soon to be his lover, Lutz (Gustaf Hammarsten). In twenty years of movie reviews, this is by far the raunchiest movie ever witnessed – since I don’t review porn – leaving the viewer on over-the-top-gross-out-overload. The best scenes are the ones where Bruno is placed in fish-out-of-water situations that rely more on stereotype than sex – like his short stay at Army boot camp. But the audience’s most hilarious moment is the Psychic visit scene. We’ll just leave it at that. It’s amazing Bruno wasn’t assassinated for his terrorist visits either. Nevertheless, the film falls short – despite its blood sugar rush, and only garnishes a 1.5 tiara rating.
