I’m reading the reviews of “Bruno,” apparently a new and “shocking” movie that’s a take-down of the hetero world by homos… or a satire of the way heteros look at homos (shade of the “Obama jihadist” picture by the satirists at the New Yorker)…or a homo-hetero fable… or some such convoluted high-brow business, depending on whom you’re reading.

Whatever.

The idea that gross sexual displays or vulgar language or imagery is at all transgressive in the West…or East.. any more is a bit funny. Grossness is mainstream. It’s big business.

At best, Bruno, I imagine, is a toilet-brush scratching the nostrils of a few suburbanites who on all other counts embrace the ethos from which it rises – the worship of mass taste ….and the reflexive genuflection before the god of “art,” which now means practically anything in print or screen of any quality.

To be truly transgressive today, you’d have to adopt the persona of a nun, believe in the Holy Ghost and Resurrection day….oppose abortion….or cling to your guns…

Notice how in some of the panegyrics to the movie, the word “red-neck” gets thrown around. “White-trash” too.

Some transgressions it seems are a lot more respectable than others.

Censor Bruno? Never.

That would be giving a bit of money-making trivia far too much importance. I’d as soon censor the contents of an old, abandoned sewer. As much garbage circulates in the veins of modern culture, a break-out every now and then on its aging face is no more than a symptom. Bruno is a pimple for aging adolescents to pinch, poke, and rub anxiously, as they primp in front of the mirror.

The rest of us who aren’t nearly so self-absorbed can settle down to any number of real books and films…