Show bum, hump strangers, mock hicks, repeat
The "Bruno" press assault has finally left town (but don't worry, in a few years when Sacha Baron Cohen disguises himself as a Brazilian woman to expose the prejudices against the opposite sex in "Bertha" the same media blitzkrieg will take place) and I can't help but be simultaneously smug and disappointed in its wake. I was siding more with the, "Bruno looks like a massive, counter-intuitive beast" crowd that held their expectations for the film in check while the rest of the world seemed to fawn over Cohen, with the progressively gaudier premiers and increasingly bland talk show appearances (until he gave up the Bruno act altogether to appear on "The Late Show with David Letterman"). But in the back of my head, I held the expectation that despite my snooty disbelief that lightning could strike twice after the brilliance of "Borat," the film would jump out and pleasantly surprise me. But it didn't.
