no quitting

Rating: 10/10 (6 February 2006)

I probably wont be able to express anything that hasn't already been said in the previous comments but I feel compelled to contribute a few words anyway. I've been living and breathing brokeback mountain these last ten days, grieving, literally mourning, listening to the soundtrack over and over, reading and rereading Annie Proulxs short story, searching the net for pictures, comments, reviews. The experience has been completely unexpected and emotionally draining. The grief eases up from time to time, but just remembering ennis' last words or seeing a wire hanger in the closet brings tears to my eyes. The comments on this site and others at least tell me that I'm not the only one experiencing this madness. An unexpected result is that I find myself suddenly almost reconciled with the US again. A country which can produce such masterpieces can't all be an arrogant Fox-news-bigoted-Tom-O'Reilly-fundamentalist-Bushist post 9/11 nightmare. The American film industry isn't just an entertainment industry, but can also truly be a cultural industry which sometimes produces great works of art. As for the short story, it shows that American authors are still the undisputed masters of this form of fiction. I'll calm down in a few days but right now I can only say: I wish I knew how to quit this film. I wish I knew how to quit this story. Good luck...