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       Ladymol's 
        Review 
      Cerisaye 
        and I are feeling somewhat smug (never a good thing) because we reviewed 
        Annie Proulx’s short story Brokeback 
        Mountain over two years ago when almost no one had heard of it. I think 
        we’re both glad that we discovered this gem of a story before it became 
        so popular with the making of the movie.  
      I 
        was doubtful they could pull off making a movie of this story, because 
        the story was told more by what wasn’t said than by what was. I was wrong. 
        With the right actors conveying the painful suppression of emotion, the 
        film works brilliantly. You don’t need me to tell you that this is a great 
        movie, buy it rather than just rent, and watch and watch again. 
      Given 
        that, there are some things that niggle me about the film. 
      The 
        movie is more upbeat and positive than the story. Firstly, the boys are 
        so pretty that some of the desperate harshness of Ennis and Jack’s life 
        is smoothed over by their representations. Neither Heath Ledger nor Jake 
        Gyllenhaal looks as if they’ve come up living hard lives 
        on farms. They don’t have the physical imperfections that Annie Proulx 
        is at pains to describe for her characters. It’s hard to believe that 
        Ennis-Heath wouldn’t move on from Jack’s death, whereas the sad little 
        man in the book seems more trapped by his time and place. For some reason, 
        the screenwriters chose to put in a final scene with Ennis and his daughter, 
        which gives us some hope that Ennis had learnt by his mistakes with Jack 
        and that he might be able to move on. This scene doesn’t exist in the 
        book, and it’s much clearer in the original story that Ennis isn’t going 
        anywhere: he’s trapped with his dreams of Jack and two shirts hanging 
        in a closet on a flat plain of nothingness. Perhaps cinema-going audiences 
        weren’t quite ready for a tragic love story without some hope of redemption. 
      One 
        of the other major differences that irks me somewhat is the lack of intimacy 
        between Ennis and Jack in the film compared with in the book—and I don’t 
        mean gay sex. They meet two or three times a year and… ride around…? In 
        the book, Proulx manages to convey the passion of this relationship without 
        once going into detail—as soon as they stop riding, they are desperate 
        to touch each other, unbuttoning each other’s pants even while they catch 
        up on family news. I’m not entirely convinced that the way the relationship 
        is conveyed in the film sells you on the premise of Jack being held hostage 
        to this situation for twenty years. More could have been included without 
        treading on the sensibilities of straight audiences. I think it was lost 
        to the vastly increased roles of the women: Alma and Lureen. Again, I 
        feel this was done as an underhand way of selling this “gay cowboy” (I 
        hate that term as they were neither gay nor cowboys) to straight audiences. 
        We got a gratuitous shot of Ann Hatherway’s breasts, a fairly lengthy 
        sequence of Ennis and Alma in bed, but Ennis and Jack are shot either 
        in total darkness or in such close up that not an inch of their bodies 
        is shown or, indeed, at a vast distance through the lens of binoculars 
        (it’s left so unclear what is happening in this scene there’s a whole 
        forum devoted to why Ennis appears to have mud on his knees).  Again, 
        I’m not being prurient. I have oddles of gay porn to watch if I want. 
        I want the intimacy and fun and pure male physical joy that Ennis and 
        Jack find together to be brought onto the screen to sell the story. I 
        love the way Annie Proulx describes the motel scene: jouncing the bed, 
        lying wet and spent. The film manages to de-sex the relationship, as if 
        the physicality of cum and sweat and shit might damage the elemental message 
        the director is trying to convey. I don’t think Annie was going for elemental: 
        she saw the magic in the mundane. And just a tiny point which tends to 
        support my theory—Lee chose to set the relationship over twenty years 
        on Brokeback mountain, whereas in Annie’s original story, they make a 
        point of never returning to Brokeback after that first summer (ie, Lee 
        was going for the premise that this story is elemental and applies whether 
        you are gay or straight, whereas in the book I think Annie was much clearer 
        that this relationship was based on physical desire). These might all 
        be very minor gripes, but it does rankle with me that for this first major 
        Hollywood film about two men who prefer having sex with each other than 
        anyone else, the sex is mostly absent. 
      You 
        really can’t discuss this film without discussing its impact on those 
        who have seen it. Visit Dave Cullen’s amazing Brokeback 
        forum and find threads where thousands of people tell their own stories 
        of their Brokeback lives, taking courage from Ennis and Jack’s experience 
        to put their lives in perspective. There are also fascinating threads 
        exploring the imagery of the film. 
 
      Cerisaye's 
        Review  
      I 
        was afraid this film was going to be an anti-climax because I expected 
        so much. That I’d read too many reviews, interviews, articles, been immersed 
        too deeply in the buzz of anticipation and subsequent reaction to its 
        release for the reality of a simple movie to be anything other than a 
        disappointment. 
         
        I really didn’t need to worry. 
         
         It’s one of the best films I have ever seen. One of the saddest too. 
         
        From the opening sequence, with those plaintive guitar chords, tears pricked 
        my eyes. I was emotionally raw, sniffling quietly into my hanky, yet equally 
        captivated by the brilliant imagining of a story that’s been close to 
        my (broken) heart since I first read Proulx’ simple yet stunning novella. 
        Ang Lee’s film has stark simplicity similar to the source, rendering visuals 
        equal to the stripped-down prose of the original. 
         
        It’s been a long road to get here, surreptitiously blubbing on a cold 
        station platform bench while frantically scribbling notes to preserve 
        my first reaction for later transcription. When I heard about the casting 
        I scoffed: how could two straight pretty boy actors possibly be MY Ennis 
        & Jack? This early scepticism was quickly squashed when I saw the 
        trailer and began reading interviews with Heath & Jake. But oh how 
        very wrong I was ever to question their abilities! Talk of Oscar nominations 
        does not exaggerate, if there’s ANY justice in the world. Nothing can 
        prepare you for seeing them inhabit the skins of Ennis & Jack. They 
        ARE the characters. I’d read the hype attached to Heath’s performance, 
        but Jake’s is equal to it, if less obvious. 
         
        It’s not what’s said that matters- though Heath Ledger’s way of talking 
        is perfectly pitched to get to the core of Ennis Del Mar; it’s all in 
        their looks, body language, silences. A roller coaster of emotional peaks 
        & troughs, one of the most moving love stories of our times. Devastating 
        isn’t too strong a word. And that comes from someone very familiar with 
        the story. I can’t imagine what it must be like to come to it unknowing. 
         
        For uncomfortable swathes of screentime there’s neither music nor dialogue 
        to distract, only the relentless wind that haunts the film and wordless 
        emotions of two men caught by a passion they don’t understand and certainly 
        can’t articulate, except to negate what they feel by denying outright 
        they’re ‘queer’- though the way Jake Gyllenhaal says it so quick you know 
        he only echoes Ennis because it’s expected but he's not at all sure it's 
        not true.  
         
        What we see develop transcends labels, though no one with a heart could 
        possibly come away uncertain the ties that bind men together are as enduring 
        as hetero relationships. Up there in glorious Technicolor. A story that 
        elates as two lonely men connect, and drags you to the depths of despair 
        when they part and stay that way, then rouses bitter anger at the futility 
        of making do, allowing the love of a lifetime to slip away out of fear 
        and misguided pursuit of an unrealisable dream of safe conformity. A life 
        not lived but endured, a straightjacket imposed by society’s denial of 
        gay love which inhibits personal freedom by making men think they are 
        wrong for feeling as they do. 
         
        Bits taken from the novella, well remembered scenes and word-for-word 
        dialogue, mesh seamlessly with new material, opened-out sequences beyond 
        the Brokeback Mountain idyll that’s the most amazing part of the film: 
        long stretches of time between 'fishing trips' showing the horrible impact 
        on both men and their wives & families of trying to live a lie, how 
        everyone gets hurt, victims of Ennis’ inability to admit even to himself 
        what it is he really wants- and Jack’s reluctance to force the issue- 
        the paralysis of fear stemming from childhood trauma, forced to witness 
        the terrible fate that awaits men who dare to share their lives like husband 
        & wife. 
         
        While the novella is told from Ennis’ POV, the film adaptation ups the 
        pain by forcing upfront consideration of aspects Proulx covers in a few 
        lines: Ennis’ experience of marriage and pressures of family life and 
        low-paid employment; Jake’s acceptance of necessity, taking a wife and 
        financial security, and his slow visible deterioration as absence of love...of 
        Ennis his heart’s desire...destroys him. The film draws out the novella 
        most satisfactorily and gives secondary characters room denied by its 
        brevity. Alma and Lureen win sympathy for the unfairness of the situation, 
        no fault of theirs, particularly Ennis’ wife, beautifully played by Michelle 
        Williams, confronted with this thing between her husband and his 'fishing 
        buddy', unable to comprehend what it means; the way Ennis despite it all 
        retains the love of elder daughter Alma Junior, their relationship nicely 
        developed to show it wasn’t all negative, and give hope he won’t be left 
        entirely alone.  
         
        People have said the pace is too slow, that the story drags, but for me 
        it went by too quickly. There isn’t a wasted shot. Supporting performances 
        are uniformly excellent. I particularly liked Jack’s mother who conveys 
        so much with her brief appearance, settling in my mind that she knows 
        and gives Ennis her blessing, thanks for giving her son whatever happiness 
        he had. Likewise Jack’s father, hating the interloper who comes to remind 
        him of a son he never understood and denied approval or love.  
         
        I can’t find fault with the film (okay the ageing make-up isn't the most 
        convincing I've seen but that's a quibble), not a thing I’d change. I’m 
        numb, suffused with sadness, a hurt that lies like sickness in my stomach. 
        I can’t think about it without starting to cry. I want to see it again. 
        This first time was all about the feelings, raw emotional reactions, an 
        overwhelming power so I just couldn’t take it all in. I know I missed 
        details. I was surprised too how much humour was in there, despite the 
        pain and suffering. 
         
        What I don’t understand is why so many (straight male?) reviewers have 
        focused on the sex, such a small part and tastefully done, so you see 
        almost nothing but know everything. The violence of the first-time shocks 
        but feels right because you see how what happens is the culmination of 
        weeks’ building sexual tension- Jack’s unspoken longing, subtly played 
        by Jake Gyllenhaal, matched by Ennis’ drunkenly uninhibited need. Sex 
        is easy, like the boyish wrestling games they play on the mountain. What’s 
        much more difficult to show is the unforced intimacy and affection of 
        lovers, which Heath & Jake carry off beautifully.  
         
        Their chemistry is incredible, a perfect match. All those questions to 
        Heath & Jake about how hard it is to play gay ignore how well the 
        actors convey the characters’ passion, confusion, unspeakable need. They 
        grunt and groan and huff like rutting beasts the first time in the tent 
        (the only coupling shown). Thereafter we see them entwined, intimate, 
        quiet and tender, isolated in their cocoon of love, playful in the great 
        outdoors far from judgmental eyes.  
         
        Heath Ledger is everything you’ve read about, speaking in that closed-lip 
        way as though words hurt to speak (taciturn isn’t adequate). With hat 
        pulled down, eyes hidden or averted or darting like a startled deer, he’s 
        emotionally self-contained as the island in the sea conjured by his name. 
        It’s a joy to behold Ennis bloom as Brokeback Mountain works its spell. 
        Then the years take toll, a half-life of lost content sustained by infrequent 
        rekindling of passion’s fire, the rest of the time a tight-wound coil 
        quick to temper and violence. 
         
        Then there’s Jake, and Jack’s ebullient, confident, macho rodeo cowboy 
        swagger, checking out Ennis the moment he sets eyes on him at Joe Aguirre’s 
        trailer, so vibrant, free and easy. Gradually worn down by a life circumscribed 
        by Ennis’ fear, selling out for an easier life in Texas but, unlike Ennis, 
        unable to make do without what he needs, even if it comes without love. 
        By their final scene together, Jack just isn’t the same man.  
         
        I’m so glad I saw this film on the big screen. The cinematography is stunning. 
        Beautiful painterly images on Brokeback and the high country of their 
        'fishing trips' contrast with the hemmed in existence Ennis & Jake 
        endure apart, the ugly reality of homophobia against the wide open spaces, 
        a place of freedom where society’s disapprobation has no remit, where 
        their love and its expression is something natural and uninhibited. 
         
        I saw the film with a mixed audience in a city centre independent theatre. 
        We were all very quiet, except for conspicuous sniffs and snuffles, sitting 
        rapt in this saddest of all love stories in which the word love is never 
        mentioned at all.  
         
        The most affecting scene? Same as the book...the shirts. 
        
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