Bud erre solitaire, et c'est là la seule beauté de ce porn road movie. Vincent Gallo reste formidable dans son rôle d'homme troublé, dans un film de lui, avec lui, sur lui, pour lui. Ce narcissisme exacerbé nous rend moins enthousiastes, mais que fiche, lui, sa position, il a l'air d'en jouïr, et ce n'est pas Chloé Sevigny qui dira le contraire !
Decepcionante "The brown bunny". El recorrido de un hombre en busca de lo ausente. Vaga intentando reconocer en cualquier mujer aquello que le recuerde a su anterior pareja. Gallo mira con dramatismo. Primerisimos planos, encuadres desajustados, luz natural. Todo esto termina por aburrir. Si bien no hay letargo, hay una percepción clara de monotomía. ¿Qué lo reivindica (aunque no del todo)? : su final.
Words keep failling and the backspace key keeps getting hit. This is just a sweet, tender film. It's so rare to find a work of art that deals with pain, with the past, with relationships, like this. And a film that is able to guide us this way, allowing us to look, follow a man's silence, his journey, to go with him on the road, look into his eyes. And understand his pain. It is so rare that a film allows us to feel.
I love the girl who works in the store in the first scene. Gallo said the role was supposed to be played by Kirsten Dunst, who backed out at the last minute, and he found this non-professional to play the part, who did a great job. Don't know if Gallo is telling the truth, I wouldn't trust the guy, but I agree with him that she did a great job. Exhuming Cheryl Tiegs was an act of genius. And the B.J. billboard ads!
A little pretentious maybe but the loose storytelling of a wistful man's dreamy journey through boundless landscapes and encounters with women from his memory unable to fill the void - succeed in capturing a mood of longing and despair. A longing that ends up eating its own tail. I much prefer "The Brown Bunny" to its cousin "Broken Flowers" that doesn't reach the same poetic level at all.
I hate, hate, hate almost everything about this movie. But then Chloë Sevigny enters the picture and she kind of saves the show. And the ending has a kind of beautiful tragic atmosphere that made me wish the rest of the movie was a lot, but I mean a lot, better. And I decided to give 2 stars instead of 1... and that's it - my experience watching The Brown Bunny!
Apart from the gratuitous BJ scene - which may be well-intentioned as far as delivering a "fuck you" to Hollywood or something - Vincent Gallo's The Brown Bunny is a contemplative and hypnotic road movie that, whilst by no means perfect, delivers an engaging insight into loss, grief, guilt and loneliness.
MASTERPIECE IN EVERY WAY. I understand a great artwork will not be everyones cup of tea. This masterpiece seems to get under peoples skin even before they have seen it. All the haters in the universe will never erase this masterpiece from the world and filmmakers for centuries will be drawing ideas and inspiration from this classic. Ask Sophia Coppola and Paul Thomas Anderson. Two filmmakers who have already bitten
The problem is that Gallo pushed what could have been a small (and very good) short film into into a wilderness of intolerable cruelty. The Brown Bunny is a film fulfilled of self-indulgence and compassion with itself. I just can't buy it. In fact, the more I remember the scenes that not feature Sevigny, the more I want to kill myself.