Sex roles, consumption and destruction in America. – B.B .
Bromberg is a subjective assault, a kind of found cinema, in which the pieces of existence, the pablum pop of Top 40 radio mixes effortlessly with the thermonuclear techno-jargon, and stoned-out kids camping around in the buff co-exist in a restless uneasy mix with Times Square strip shows, neon effluvia, lugubrious country-western ballads and Brombergs own visceral polemics. She boils international power politics down to a question of whose dick is longer, the U.S . or Russias, and whos going to put it where. – Brian Lambert, Twin Cities Reader.