Rhino Review
The Brown Bunny (DVD) (Columbia TriStar)
by Jay Sosnicki
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:: Details In a world where most movies are made by blockbuster-addicted dolts whose frame of reference for film begins and ends with Star Wars, Vincent Gallo stands out like a boner in a nunnery. Arrogant, auteur-minded and unapologetic, he's the kind of guy who stays under your skin like a tick. And the fact that his directorial debut, Buffalo 66 (1998), was a piece of outright genius did little to endear him to the pundits and green-eyed-monsters who were anxious to see this self-consciously arty enfant terrible fall on his ass. It took until 2003, but the naysayers finally got their wish with the release of The Brown Bunny. As with Buffalo 66, Gallo takes credit for just about everything in the film except the catering—it also has the "real-time," improvised feel and super-saturated color of its predecessor. What it lacks, sadly, is a soul. Whether mooning for his childhood love-turned-junkie hooker (ghastly, overrated and under-talented hipster fetish Chloe Sevigny), hammering us on the head with the film's titular metaphor for lost innocence, or making out with a winsome bimbo (Cheryl Tiegs!) at a turnpike rest stop, Gallo's character is a cipher—a less interesting, more annoying version of the narcissistic creep that is the filmmaker's own public persona. Frankly, I would have defended Gallo's eccentricities to the end had this been another Chimes At Midnight, or an El Topo—or a Buffalo 66, for that matter. In that film, Gallo's onscreen narcissism and bravado were a mask for the character's vulnerability; here, self-indulgence is an end to itself. By the film's end and its much-ballyhooed BJ scene (as erotic as a colonoscopy), one thing was clear—in The Brown Bunny, Chloe Sevigny doesn't get fucked, the audience does. More Reviews
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The review nails the film, don't waste your time.
i just want to know more about music.
"The review is valueless as a guage..." Vincent? Is that you?
What a great review- perfect and right on the money.
This reviewer's non-stop overuse of sexually-themed remarks reveal a typical shallowness that he vomits into the rest of his bland pap. His entire rant could have fit into one sentence, yet he apparently so fashions himself as a writer that he's become blind to the sight of puss. The review is valueless as a guage, and should send the reviewer screaming back to his creative writing night class demanding a complete refund of his $3 registration fee.
What a great review!! The Jodorowksy reference was just icing. I wonder if making a second rate porn scene was worth losing William Morris' representation? Still, I'd netflix it!
will there be any vincent gallo in future?i dont`t think so:(also he won`t direct movies anymore:(sami from turkey
Perhaps comments on the comments are in order here, in particular the one stating that the review is "bland pap." There's nothing in the review that is any more overwrought or "underthought" than the remarks in that comment. Have you read your own prose lately? Put an end to the self-indulgence and self-delusion and go take that $3 creative writing course.
As far as Brown Bunny is concerned, let's face it: Vincent Gallo finally got so full of himself that he exploded outward, leaving an utterly hollow, content-free shell. The only interesting aspect of the whole thing is that he thinks other people should still be interested.
Hey Chloe gives great head, Jay!
In a recent magazine interview with Ms. Sevigny, she revealed that she and Mr. Gallo have had a relationship in the past, apparently when she was underage and he had a decade on her. It just gets sleazier and sleazier.
Gallo is really a piece of work, how much would you bet that if Cheryl Tiegs would have agreed to the BJ scene, he
wouldn't have needed Sevigny in the film at all. We really need to not encourage this guy at all.
There is nothing like watching a motorcycle trail off into the distance. . .then come back.
what do you expect from someone who spent his allotted time at the Johnny Ramone statue tribute talking about himself?
My feelings are roughly the same about the movie, but I couldn't help thinking, as I was fast forwarding through the endlessly boring driving scenes, that the whole time Vincent must have been thinking, "Wow, I get to race a motorcycle, get a blow job by a hot chick, watch said hot chick do 2 other guys at the same time, have a movie of it to jerk off to AND get paid for it!! What a world!"
Re: want to know more about music.....
it features Jeff Alexander, Ted Curson, Jackson C. Frank, Gordon Lightfoot, Mitisse/Accardo Quartet, Music by John Frusciante was not used in the movie, but is on the soundtrack.
LOL LOL LOL. Jay Jay Jay -- whatever are we going to do with you? Can i borrow the DVD? How 'bout come over and watch it with me. Merci.
I want to listen to the western music
Thanks Jay, for a well written review! I've always been a Vincint Gallo fan since Bufallo 66..so I just bought the movie here at Rhino..never been abel to see it..oh well. It's okay, I also bought a Nuggets cd too. Thanks again for your review!
Is BJ the guy who sand "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head?"
overrated and under-talented hipster fetish, yes, but a fetish is a fetish
brush up on your shakespeare, jay.
a nunnery is a brothel, not a convent.
The review and the comments on it are surprising; I wonder how many who've posted here actually saw this film. I can't say anyone who disliked it is wrong, because that's the nature of opinions, but I have a very different take. I found the film well crafted, deliberately paced, and emotionally powerful. The performances were mature, and the tale heart-breaking. No ninjas, no car chases, no fart jokes; just a peek into the haunted mind of a simple man dealing with profound loss. Very un-American film-making, in other words (which is meant as a compliment).
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