Jenna Walter
The film may be flawed, but its message is not.
Dana
An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.
Caryl
It is a whirlwind of delight --- attractive actors, stunning couture, spectacular sets and outrageous parties. It's a feast for the eyes. But what really makes this dramedy work is the acting.
dmtrialika
Most of the scenes are Bud in the driver seat, looking like he got a lot on his mind, with some shit-ass background sound.
zanaguedroit
Motorcycle racer's road leads to women that do not match his spiritual context. The women try to escape their own vanity; disarmed of answers about their nature, they meet in poignancy, verbal absence and part in dismay.If the very first version of the movie lasted forever, it would be about right. A total presence of Bud Clay in his self journey with the all-pervading sense of death has no equals. Vincent Gallo the actor alienates in the women's land, scattered as a flowers' field, he isolates as a driver of the eternal conflict - to be loved, to love. This conflict is so real and near, that those who are not touched, can only be diverted to the entertaining plots, let's suggest, Fun in Acapulco (1963).The events and memories unfolds in an unusual pattern of time, taking the film out of a framed composition. Bud Clay's needs are visible, yet unpredictable; no clear answer can be found to explain the reason. The spectator understands the cause of his feelings towards the end of the movie, when Clay's shard of glass is broken in the scene with Daisy.Vincent Gallo the director appears as an engineer of the film's unique emotional DNA, as an architect of an intricate interior of our psyche and conscience, as well as an anti material painter of America's landscape. In the light-years V.Gallo has been measured as a goldsmith of interesting filming. Being a little less blind, the spectator is presented with a possibility to undergo a nowadays rare, unsimulated film luxury, serving saturated visual and auditory imagery. Imagery reluctant to leave You a good while, after the journey has reached a no destination.People that find watching their toe nails grow more interesting, can find their jealousy satisfied and be deprived of seeing later Vincent Gallo film, for the director's boat is too gracious to moor at their unsound shores.
Mr-Fusion
By now, it's no secret why anyone would sit through "The Brown Bunny", and the best advice I can offer is skip to the 80-minute mark. You won't be titillated, but the curiosity will be sated. Apart from that notorious scene, the whole journey to this point is a grueling series of static camera shots, aimless drifting and lots of driving. My god, the driving. It's not so much that I didn't like Vincent Gallo or his character in this (I didn't), it's that I wanted something to happen. We just hang there awkwardly in scenes and the lack of rhythm was the most frustrating. There's a narrative twist at the end which serves as the movie's fulcrum, but it just keels the whole thing over.It's not the story being told, it's the guy telling it. I know this is supposed to be a sad art-house movie, but it's Gallo driving cross-country for a blowjob. To be fair, it's not the crime against cinema that the Internet has made it out to be, but it's also not something I want to endure again.2/10
SnoopyStyle
What the F? I can't tell if this is a successful experiment, or a sad depressing self indulgent mess.The success is that Vincent Gallo has given a portrait of a grimy sad loner. He is truly creepy, and you can almost smell the dirt. The women that fall for him are just pathetic.On the other hand, this is really an unwatchable mess. This movie has absolutely no pace. The camera doesn't move, doesn't cut, and hold on forever. Long sections scream out for some dialog. Some artsy crowd would say it's mesmerizing. It would only be mesmerizing if you're on something.Then there is the blow job from Chloë Sevigny. I guess it's done to shock the audience. It does shock but I'm completely conflicted about it. So I will not add or minus points for it. I would never recommend this to anyone even if they're film buffs. Gallo must have a giant ego.
