The Brown Bunny is heavily maligned by almost everyone, and it’s easy to see why. It is an almost amateurish film – the cinematography is utterly simplistic and dull; the sound mix low and muddy, as if it was recorded from behind a closet; and Vincent Gallo as a human being is hard to like at the very best. Yet, I still found myself drawn to the film. Gallo’s films all appear to be deeply personal, which ensures they stay interesting on some root level even if his talents as a filmmaker leave a lot to be desired. As a road movie that portrays alienation, loneliness, and grief, The Brown Bunny has been bettered by pretty much any film Wim Wenders made in the 1970s, but despite that it remains a touching, brutally honest film, and for that I will admire it.