So, Brokeback Mountain is a good movie. I wouldn’t go back to see it a second time and I’m not sure how I feel about seeing it the first time. Okay, so, let’s review. We have some guys who fall into one another’s arms over a summer job, all the time denying that it will ever mean anything. The one who is getting married is reluctant to leave the mountain, and they end up fighting to the point of bloodshed and black eyes. They spend years pursuing people who aren’t really who they want. They’re kept apart by the fear of violence one of them feels. They waste their own lives, lie to and cheat on their spouses, breaking at least one of their wives’ hearts. They receive absolutely nothing but disapproval from anyone for their love. And one of them dies violently, hurt and lonely. The other is unable to form another functional relationship. This is a small step away from Boys Don’t Cry in terms of “Do I ever want to watch this movie again?”. It bothers me because it is so real to me. It also bothers me because this is a pattern I shied away from in my life. I’ve bled a bit that way. I’ve bled more to make sure I never hurt people the way those characters do. <\/p>\n
To those who said this is a great date movie, I have to wonder what’s going on in your head. One of the lovers dies drowning in his own blood, alone. Probably killed by his neighbors. You see another guy whose dick gets pulled off left dead and broken in a ditch, for being gay. And of course, there’s the infidelity, violence, and denial. This is the making of a good date movie? Eww.<\/p>\n
Right after I got out of the show, I got a voicemail from dad, asking me to confirm that I wanted to go back to middle-of-nowhere Southern Illinois to spend some time with the extended family. If there was worse timing to get that voicemail, I have no idea what it would be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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