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I saw Brokeback Mountain last night. I couldn't stop thinking about it on the drive home. It's put me into a somber mood. Hard to explain, but I shall try with some rambly thoughts ahead.
First off, God-DAMN Heath and Jake are so wonderful in this movie. I totally bought that they were in love with each other. Just the way they looked at each other and the way they held each other and the way they touched each other's face when they were kissing--GAH. I give props to them both. Heath is getting more press because the short story (which is here in case anyone wants to read it) is centered on his character, but Jake, omg, Jake is just incredible. And purty. Yes yes; amidst the sadness, I had a few shallow moments when I would look and just go WOW he has really nice eyes.
Ang Lee is one of my favorite contemporary directors. I love how he makes such a wide variety of movies. (OK, I probably conveniently forget that he directed Hulk; I haven't seen it and it's not very high on my must-see list) All of them different, but mostly all good (Sense & Sensibility, Crouching Tiger, and The Wedding Banquet are my favorites). Heart-wrenching story aside, it was filmed in such a gorgeous location. It makes me want to go hiking in Wyoming. And then I remember that I am afraid of heights. Some of those shots made me woozy.
I'm very sad. On the drive home, I couldn't sing. Now I know that sounds weird, but lemme 'splain. I have music on in the car--whether on my iPod or just the radio, I have to have music playing. The best indicator of my mood is in relation to music. I know something is off in me when I have music playing and I don't sing. It's even worse when I have the music turned off. THEN I know it's bad. It wasn't as bad as that last night. I did have music playing, but I couldn't sing along. It was really weird. I couldn't stop thinking about these two people (I was telling a friend last night that I definitely thought of them as people, rather than just characters in a story) who were soooo in love but circumstances didn't allow them to be together. They were obsessed with each other, couldn't get enough of each other but because that love could possibly get them killed, they couldn't be with each other. How sad that our world is like this. This is set in the 60s and 70s, but I think it possibly still applies to some areas today.
And (rant ahead) how much do I hate that this is referred to as a "gay cowboy" movie and that Ennis and Jake are "gay cowboys"? HAAAATE. I mean, technically, yes they are. But it's soooo much more than that. They are two people who clicked and fell in love. The story is about their love and the tragedy that they can't be together. Bleah. People are lazy and would just like to sum it up in their "gay cowboy" comments.
That's pretty much it. The only love story (I hate that term too, but that's what this is) that's affected me this much is the Broadway musical Passion. But I will save that for another entry.
First off, God-DAMN Heath and Jake are so wonderful in this movie. I totally bought that they were in love with each other. Just the way they looked at each other and the way they held each other and the way they touched each other's face when they were kissing--GAH. I give props to them both. Heath is getting more press because the short story (which is here in case anyone wants to read it) is centered on his character, but Jake, omg, Jake is just incredible. And purty. Yes yes; amidst the sadness, I had a few shallow moments when I would look and just go WOW he has really nice eyes.
Ang Lee is one of my favorite contemporary directors. I love how he makes such a wide variety of movies. (OK, I probably conveniently forget that he directed Hulk; I haven't seen it and it's not very high on my must-see list) All of them different, but mostly all good (Sense & Sensibility, Crouching Tiger, and The Wedding Banquet are my favorites). Heart-wrenching story aside, it was filmed in such a gorgeous location. It makes me want to go hiking in Wyoming. And then I remember that I am afraid of heights. Some of those shots made me woozy.
I'm very sad. On the drive home, I couldn't sing. Now I know that sounds weird, but lemme 'splain. I have music on in the car--whether on my iPod or just the radio, I have to have music playing. The best indicator of my mood is in relation to music. I know something is off in me when I have music playing and I don't sing. It's even worse when I have the music turned off. THEN I know it's bad. It wasn't as bad as that last night. I did have music playing, but I couldn't sing along. It was really weird. I couldn't stop thinking about these two people (I was telling a friend last night that I definitely thought of them as people, rather than just characters in a story) who were soooo in love but circumstances didn't allow them to be together. They were obsessed with each other, couldn't get enough of each other but because that love could possibly get them killed, they couldn't be with each other. How sad that our world is like this. This is set in the 60s and 70s, but I think it possibly still applies to some areas today.
And (rant ahead) how much do I hate that this is referred to as a "gay cowboy" movie and that Ennis and Jake are "gay cowboys"? HAAAATE. I mean, technically, yes they are. But it's soooo much more than that. They are two people who clicked and fell in love. The story is about their love and the tragedy that they can't be together. Bleah. People are lazy and would just like to sum it up in their "gay cowboy" comments.
That's pretty much it. The only love story (I hate that term too, but that's what this is) that's affected me this much is the Broadway musical Passion. But I will save that for another entry.