I always seem to discover the really good movies after everyone else.
In the case of
Brokeback Mountain, it might be because I had to drive and hour each way to see the critically acclaimed "gay cowboy" film.
(No theatre in Akron has shown it. Sure, we can have "Passion of the Christ" on eight screens for three months, but anything with a hint of controversy? But, I digress...)
I've seen
Brokeback Mountain twice now. I came away from the first viewing moved, but also disturbed. It made me glad to be a gay man in a relatively urban area at this point in history; not forty years ago in the sticks.
(Although Matthew Shepard taught us that homophobia is still a factor for gays in America.
And we must never forget.)
I was amazed at the diversity of the audience the Sunday afternoon I first saw the film. There were lots of middle-aged couples, groups of women, gay men and women. And, despite the fact that the movie opened a month ago, the house was
packed.
I loved a "straight" man once myself and because of that needed some time to mentally sift through my feelings about the relationship between Jack and Ennis. Like others, I don't think Ennis would have ever gotten in touch with his "gay" side if he had never met Jack. I suspect this would have made very little difference in the overall course of his life. He and Alma would still have most likely divorced; the impetus would have been his failure to really connect with the women in his life, not because Alma knew he was having a long-term gay affair.
Perhaps, one day when he was fifty, Ennis would realize that there was something missing from his life all along. Maybe he would even realize what it was. Doubtful, but I know dozens these middle-aged, married-and-raised a family "late bloomers."
I find it interesting that almost everyone I've talked to who saw the movie took it for granted that the scene of Jack being attacked was a fact and not Ennis' perception. Annie Proulx' short story doesn't make it that clear. (In my heart, I believe that was how he died as well.)
I dragged my friend Tim to the theatre for my second showing. Tim hasn't been in a theatre in at least a decade. My second viewing actually made me more aware of the effect a truly loving relationship can have on a life -- the dimensions it adds. Even after the relationship is gone.
I also came away feeling really sorry for Jack. A friend recently described Jack as "predatory" in his pursuit of Ennis. I don't think so. Jack was pitiable not because of his unfortunate end, but because he was the dreamer doomed never to see his dreams fulfilled. His rushing to be with Ennis when he learned of his friend's divorce was absolutely heart-rending.
Ang Lee's use of symbolism was handled masterfully; it was neither heavy-handed nor obtuse. Obviously, the sheep killed on the mountain while the cowboys spent their first night together symbolically foreshadowed their relationship. The symbolism of the shirts, one tucked inside the other, then reversed when they changed owners, was beautiful.
Everything about this movie delights me. The soundtrack, especially Gustavo Santaolalla's compositions, are hauntingly beautiful. The performances are worthy of the praise they have been getting in the popular press. (I think Jake got robbed for not being nominated for a Globe and Heath, of whom I have never been a big fan, pulled off an amazingly complex characterization.)
This isn't really a gay movie. There are plenty of movies, some with graphic sex, that examine the "gay condition." This isn't one of those. This is a love story. Instead of handsome Ryan O'Neal and beautiful, but doomed Ali MacGraw, we have handsome Heath Ledger and beautiful but doomed Jake Gyllenhaal.