So during the weekend, I wanted to sit and get a little creative with the keyboards, but headaches prevented me from doing any concentrating of any kind. Kind of robbed of my Sunday. I get a headache from anything. Too much wind, too much sun, when I bend my head down, when I wear a hat and so on.
So I had nothing else to think of but to flip channels.
I have video on demand and HBO and I was looking to see if there was anything interesting to watch. And I figured I'd give this a try.
When this movie first came out, I admit that I couldn't really figure out what the hell the fuss was about. Everyone was saying how they watched it and cried and all that nonsense. I'm really not that big on Hollywood hype. But Mr. Lee did win a bunch of awards for it. Still, that doesn't say much to me. Especially a movie about lovers. I figure it's something I can't much relate to so I ignored this whole phenomena.
Ok, I have to say as I was watching this movie, I did feel for these guys and what they were going through. Forbidden love in 1963 where no love should go. And how so many lives get ruined because you can't share your love with the one you want.
The message I get from this movie is this. People, get over it and let humans be humans and let them love who they want. Otherwise they're going to do things that they don't want to really do. And in the process ruin lives. Or something to that effect.
I'm really the last person in the world to give opinion about the lifestyle since I don't really "live" much of it myself. But there are those that do but are so trapped in all this fire and brimstone world that they end up getting married and again ruin lives.
So as the movie finished, I thought "Damn! That was a good movie and I freakin hate all that cowboy crap!" But I didn't cry or anything. But it did do something. I felt something. I just thought it was very well made. The story was wonderfully put together in all its brutal honesty. It was the kind of movie that after you watch it, you don't really don't want to watch anything else.
So you can shoot me or throw me off a train, but I had to go back to Brokeback Mountain and watch it a second time.
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That movie really made me morose for about a day. It was very affecting, esp the scene at the end when Heath goes to see Jake's parents. The woman who played his mother had so much to convey with now words.
It's a long movie but I feel like every scene had a reason. At first I thought, "why didn't they cut x" but it all was necessary. BTW when Jake G goes to Mexico, the guy he ends up with in the alley is played by the cinematographer!
I didn't think much about the length of the movie since all the scenes were all interesting enough to watch and you are right as they were all necessary.
Yes, the end was a defining moment. It seemed that other than Jack & Enis themselves, Jack's mother only knew what love was all about.
Interesting about the cinamatographer!
That's one of many well hyped independent films I've been wanting to see. I agree V. The point you made about people getting all caught up in the fire and brimstone is true--you see it with the recent Evangelical and Republican scandal. I can't ever imagine living life without being true to yourself. I think we have a lot of what i call walking zombies in our world--people without even remotely genuine thought, feelings or actions. there is enough bs going on as it is to get on someone about their sexuality. I think that someday people will look back, in the future, and think, wow, were Americans (and people) really that cruel and hypocritical? Then again, I'm being optimistic here.
Good point about the scandals, Steve - A lot of that going on.
It will be a pretty long time before sexuality is not seen as something to be feared.
In this day and age, in other countries, you are still put into prison or even killed for being homosexual.
This movie pretty much says that NO ONE is immune to whom love chooses!
I suppose you noticed I meant NO words. not NOW words! Le sigh.
I'd just like to add that the church I grew up in has just split apart, with one faction going to a diocese that SUPPORTS the jailing of gays. I can assure the Brit Anglicans are rolling in their graves.
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