I saw Brokeback Mountain on Australia Day, the release day. Got lucky and K rode past Hao, who'd bought a ten-pack and needed to offload 2. Major benefit of knowing a young go-getter.
It is so great, Brokeback Mountain. I read the book/short story a little while after I read it was going to be made into a movie, and it is the only ever film version that is better than the book. Its like the book on film, the book spooling through Annie Proulx's excellent head. And this scene, with Heath holding Jake's shirt, is about the saddest I've seen. I wept freely for the last twenty minutes. The thing I thought straight after is how Heath's character, Ennis, was all about restraint and a kind of bolted-in masculinity, and that informed the width and depth of the film. Wide open spaces, tenderness, restraint and that kind of masculinity. It is just extraordinary that a chinese straight guy could make that so perfectly. I do think Ang Lee is a kind of genius.
posted by Annie B @ 3:12 PM
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