What plays for 80 minutes like an intolerable, self-indulgent road trip largely redeems itself in the last 10 minutes, through a moving explanation of the anti-hero's catatonic depression.
Vincent Gallo is probably a much more interesting fellow than Bud Clay, the inarticulate motorcycle racer he portrays in The Brown Bunny.
Paste Magazine
June 03, 2008
When every other scene looks like a cola, jeans or motorcycle commercial -- perfectly unposed with hair proudly mussed -- Gallo's motivations seem too compromised.
Is it good? Not really. But as was the case with his Buffalo 66, Gallo once again shows himself to be a fascinating enigma and possibly his own worst enemy.
A passable, if often dreary, evocation of those '70s road movies in which disillusioned young men (and the occasional woman) took to the highway in search of America, the meaning of things or maybe just a hamburger.
