The Brown Bunny is my favourite film of this genre

Next to Vivre Sa Vie & The Piano Teacher

It’s so ridiculous that people could make a female feel so embarrassed by the art she has made with another artist which turned out to be a very meaningful and beautiful film, in look and spirit, can also be made to feel like she has to act like she is slightly guilty for making it because she chooses to make this art against what a handful of old and heartless art critics apparently call art. I would be very worried to find out what their favourite films are, probably Casablanca or Breakfast at Tiffany’s, even The Wizard of Oz, I wouldn’t be surprised.

But we can just forget them, fuck them, please, who cares about 45-60-year-old Western art critic’s opinions. Oh, a lot of people…. People need to think for themselves but they think they are, and that’s the problem. Art should be judged on meaning and heart, not sex scenes. it’s not even an unnecessary scene, it’s completely necessary and very obscure and absolutely should have been included. The sex in the scene makes sense. The film made sense and it matched my sadness when I watched it alone one day. It really did touch my very cold and broken heart when I was 25. Which counts for something.

But because the anti-perversion of this ridiculous perverted world says that giving a blow job in a film, fucking simulated or not, (does it really matter?) is somehow needing to be followed by the inch of guilt Chloe gives it when she brings it up.

The non-simulation of it was an artist’s preference for the art made in other countries that is not so Christian or censored. It was an opinion that everything that can be authentic in an art piece should be, and the meaning always must be authentic. To be made to feel guilt about being a part of an uncensored piece of art, that is a very great piece of art taken seriously by the director, no guilt needs to be felt for this.

But they still wait to see the shame, the guilt, they thrive on it. They can make a female actress feel she has to act like she has some (any!) kind of guilt or shame for being involved in the unsimulated blow job scene and it is fucking backwards.

I know she doesn’t and I know she would understand its sadness like I did when I was 25, and I know she says she doesn't feel bad about it, but why does she have to say that at all? The mentioning of it and not Dogville or her other “controversial” films, is what those shame-inducing vampire art kill heartless failed journalists we call film critics want. If she doesn’t feel shame she is a bad person. Yet, almost nearly 20 years later she’s still defending the film that needs no defence, it’s a beautiful piece of art that the artist I know believes in. But I guess sometimes, the reaction to a film can contaminate the art if memories are a thing that plague you and they do everyone to some degree. And those blow job haters know it.

The film is about melancholia, betrayal, the victim, the sadness, the shame and the guilt, the fear, the running from the fear, what running from fear can amount to, loneliness, loneliness FOREVER, the lack of bravery, innocence, the child, the ghost, the rape, the deep love and confronting the unbearable grief.

It asked me, “Who are you now then?”