The Thing About Bruno

After I watched Bruno, I left the theater desperately praying to gays, blacks, Jews, Arabs, babies, Baptists, and God for forgiveness. Then I stood in line at the Shake Shack for 45 minutes because drinking alcohol felt too dirty and it seemed the wholesomeness of a milkshake was all that could purge my soul. Disclaimer: I am not a prude. In fact, I went to see Bruno because, frankly, trashiness often beats clas...