tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16333114.post113436266776278337..comments2009-11-09T12:57:48.635-05:00Kenneth Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666275272819956774kwalsh212@yahoo.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16333114.post-1134488005698611002005-12-13T10:33:00.000-05:002005-12-13T10:33:00.000-05:00Thank you Kenneth for those words. You hit the nail on the head. I saw the movie at a screening over a week ago and have been reeling ever since. I cannot recall a film which has touched me so deeply - ever. Not only do we ache for Jakc and Ennis but we ache for ourselves and the pain and hurt we've borne all our lives. But this movie gives me hope. I truly think it will open up a dialoge in this country and lives will be changed. I know mine has been.Alexandernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16333114.post-1134478566129195962005-12-13T07:56:00.000-05:002005-12-13T07:56:00.000-05:00Ah, Peter ...<BR/>Thanks for ruining the movie for me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16333114.post-1134431891960338782005-12-12T18:58:00.000-05:002005-12-12T18:58:00.000-05:00Hey -- Nice blog and great writing on Brokeback. I saw it Saturday and couldn't agree with you more!Dalenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16333114.post-1134431853879442742005-12-12T18:57:00.001-05:002005-12-12T18:57:00.001-05:00Nice posting. I think my blushing can be traced to similar incidents.LABnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16333114.post-1134431820556631462005-12-12T18:57:00.000-05:002005-12-12T18:57:00.000-05:00Excellent Brokeback article. I also saw the movie this weekend and felt exactly the same, just couldn't put it into words. I'm forwarding it to all of my friends.michaelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16333114.post-1134404072384857512005-12-12T11:14:00.000-05:002005-12-12T11:14:00.000-05:00I, too, loved the scenes where, despite their pretty quiet natures, they really laid their feelings fo reach other on the line. Two scenes expecially. When, after a long pause, Twist says, "You know, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it," and when Ennis is looking up at the night sky and Jack asks him what he's doing, Ennis says, ":Just sending up some thank-yous." Which is a lot for Ennis. In fact, the two scenes by the riverside stick in my mind. One where Jack makes the suggestion to Ennis about ranching together, the other--several years and a lifetime later--where Jack (and later Ennis) lests the years of frustratioin out: "We coulda had that." In fact, it's that second scene--so confessional, so characteristic of everyrthing that comes with loving someone--joy, frustration, a deep love--where they each let everything out--that really got me. And ending with Ennis breaking down, Jack realizing his pain and, despite their words a minute ago, hugging him for all he's worth: "Damn you, Ennis del Mar."Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831394451101182519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16333114.post-1134402215074114092005-12-12T10:43:00.000-05:002005-12-12T10:43:00.000-05:00I think you're spot-on about this. This movie has the potential to change so much. <BR/><BR/>For one thing, consider that a few years ago a mainstream heartthrob leading-man actor would NEVER think about playing a sympathetic gay character. Now we've got TWO of them, in love with each other! What a concept!<BR/><BR/>Philadelphia was indeed a breakthrough, and I don't agree with your statement that it was utterly nonsexual. It's been a long time since I've seen it, but I seem to remember a scene when Antonio Banderas climbed into a hospital bed with an ill Tom Hanks and they had some kind of sex. It wasn't much, but it was something.<BR/><BR/>Still, this is bigger. This is more. And I am SO glad it's in the capable hands of Ang Lee and not some hack (Chris Columbus, not to name names). <BR/><BR/>Re. growing up with damaging cultural experiences on television: I don't remember Kate Jackson on Johnny. But I DO remember the flamboyant queen on Barnie Miller, who was always being busted for having sex in parks. I was, like, 11 years old -- and I remember thinking, "Is this ME?"Stevenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16333114.post-1134385214158716112005-12-12T06:00:00.000-05:002005-12-12T06:00:00.000-05:00Jesus CHRIST! Why are you copy-editing? Why I am not reading THIS in the Sunday magazine?<BR/><BR/>This is brilliant. This--you hit something universal with this, the desire to see people just like you on screen once in awhile. I KNOW I cannot possibly understand the extent of your alienation in that regard, but I have nonetheless an imagination and more than a little empathy.<BR/><BR/>It is so funny how you mentioned Kate Jackson initially, because my "like me" moment with television was when I was first watching Charlie's Angels. Yeah, you had the blonde glamourpuss and the brunette glamourpuss . . . and then you had Sabrina. Who was pretty, but not conventionally so. Who was almost <I>defiantly</I> brunette. Who was SMART. It meant the world to me, that they included her, even though it was a dumb show. It meant the world to me to see her there. I couldn't imagine being Farrah or Cheryl or Jaclyn, but I could just barely imagine being Kate.<BR/><BR/>If I try to imagine it from your perspective, the best I can do is to figure it's what I felt, <I>times infinity</I>.<BR/><BR/>Love this post. Love it. Get it published, you asshole! And I mean that in the nicest possible way.kristennoreply@blogger.com