How is one supposed to signal literary taste and aptitude in this age of uniformly blasé and indiscriminate hardware of Kindles and whatnot, Vanity Fair wants to know? Sadly, probably by reading anything. Or, you know, exercising the residual verbosity that reading imparts with someone.
Too bad Brüno had to shooting ze fish in und barrel. Sacha Baron Cohen has too high of a profile these days to match the profundity of Da Ali G Show, so he has to resort to slapstick.