Brokeback Mountain

I saw Brokeback Mountain the day it came out in the East Village.  My friends and I were accompanied by a theatre full of gay men and only four women.  It was amazing and weird.  So with this being said, it was like being in a middle school classroom getting lectured about "Penis goes into the vagina."  Half of the guys were giggling or hissing, which is to be expected with 200 gay men, but it also sort of stunts a little bit of your emotional reaction to the movie.  I mean, I felt bad for Michelle Williams' character but it's hard to feel really bad for her when she sees her husband making out with another dude when the entire theatre starts screaming "Ooooohhhh Shit Girl!" and starts laughing.  Me included, of course.  

And because of the gays (disposable income!), the movie made a whopping amount of cash.  Of course, there were tons of couples at the movie.  Good for them.  But the downside to seeing a movie in a theatre full of gay couples is the overwhelming feeling that you are single.  The downside to seeing Brokeback Mountain in a theatre full of gay couples is the overwhelming feeling that you are going to die alone.

Which may or may not be true.

Brokeback Mountain also got nominated for 7 Golden Globes.  But I want to make special note here not of Ang Lee, Michelle Williams or Heath Ledger's nominations but of the two music nominations.  The "Best Original Score" of the movie is setting appropriate but really really bad.  Honestly, every time that fucking lilty little guitar piece came on, I cringed.  I cringed more at that score than when imagining getting fucked in the ass without lube when it happened in the movie.

And there is something else that got nominated that mystifies me: Best Original Song, "Love Will Never Grow Old" by Bernie Taupin.  Is this the fucking lilty guitar piece?  And what is this name?  Love Will Never Grow Old?  My ass.  The movie proved that love will grow old, and very clearly.  First of all, Jake Gyllenhaal grows an ugly mustache as your love grows old.  What else happens?  You fight, a lot, as love grows old.  And apparently you live in a prolonged state of sadness and misery with some intermittent "high altitude fucks."  Which is essentially what my life is now without love.

Now I'm not feeling so bad about being single.