Review: Brüno (18)

With a tagline of "Borat was so 2006" audiences may be forgiven for expecting Brüno to be somewhat different from Sacha Baron Cohen's last flick.

After all, what could be more different from a gay Austrian fashionista than an anti-Semitic Kazakhstani journalist?

Or to put it another way, what could be less varied than two films featuring characters with exaggerated accents coming to America and causing as much offence as possible in a series of strikingly similar situations.

Yes, Brüno is Borat, with Cohen borrowing heavily from the first film.

Both feature compromising hotel scenes, scenes where he addresses a boozed-up American crowd and scenes where it has all gone horribly wrong and he's ended up broke, homeless and alone.

But does this matter? In short no, because this movie is about one thing and one thing only - Cohen shamelessly making us cringe and making us laugh.

Whether it's revealing he has given his "adopted" black son the "traditional" African name OJ to an Afro-American talk show audience or complimenting a zealous anti-gay preacher, keen to convert him to heterosexuality, on his blow-job lips.

If you liked his previous film, you'll like this one. It's equally well made and stuffed with gags.

The image that endures is US X-Factor judge Paula Abdul sitting on a Mexican man (paid to be furniture) talking about her humanitarian work.