"A red spark on the huge black mass of mountain. . ."

Rating: Null/10 (25 January 2006)

"Brokeback Mountain" is a lyric poem. It is quiet, brave and bold. It will be talked about for years.
The only condescension it showsand it's not for their attitudes about homosexuality, as you might expectis towards some of the lesser, ignorant characters. They deserve it.
Jack and Ennis earn our respect and our love because they have that of the writers and the director. We watch them gropingly, angrily finding their way, and it's obvious the journey has been much longer than what we've seen. But once they get there it's just exhilarating. I keep going to the movies hoping to feel as renewed, inspired, and in love with the universe as I did after "Brokeback Mountain." But it very, very rarely happens.
I don't believe in spoilers, so I will simply say that near the end there is a scene with a character whom you would believe to be the least likely person to accept, understand or acknowledge the relationship between Ennis and Jack. It's the small act of putting some crumpled items into a grocery bag that says, "I understand. And I love you as if you were my own."