What a lovely film. Well, perhaps lovely's not the word. Stirring.
After only ten minutes I was already itching for the film to be over so I could discuss how lovely, er, stirring, it was with my filmgoing companion, write about it on the internet, and maybe so I could ditch my life here and run away to be a cowgirl. There seem to me to be two types of great film (plus all the other types that will become apparent to me before I've finished chewing this cashew nut, of course). One that focuses on, or reveals, things completely alien to you and captures your interest that way, the other that nudges you about things within yourself. I thought this was one of the latter. If time on Brokeback Mountain represents a precious time in life to look back on or to yearn for, then it was hard to watch the film and not think about the times you've been to Brokeback Mountain, and the times you've felt so far from there, and the times you've wondered if you'll ever get back there at all. Sigh. Plus, there was loads of hot boy-on-boy action!
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Ohhh, by "Brokeback mountain" you mean "Brokeback mountain"... Right...
Actually I'm just bluffing. I don't understand what you're saying.
I'll get my coat.
Um, just, you know, the place, in the film. Where all the hot boy on boy action took place.
Now I'm really confused. Don't try and explain though just pretend I went "ohhhh yeaaah and smiled and nodded."
Nice pony by the way. Does it eat much?
darwinsmoustache
she eats 10p pieces, as many as you've got for her.
I'd be a bit worried about aging too if I'd just turned 29 but at least you have your health and a hobby. Some may call it an addiction but gambling does keep the mind sharp.
Well I know I'm swimming aginst the current but I thought it was poor.
At quiet moments I'm sure I heard it creak under the weight of it's own importance.
Gay 1963? Move to San Fran and quit whinging you bleedin' poofters, Darko stop showing off on your horse to try and get mumble boy's spurs in a spin.
Could they not afford to show the aging process? I'm Donnie Darko, to show I have aged 20 years I will glue some iron filings to my upper lip. I'm mumble boy, to show I have aged 20 years I will stoop a little and rub my eyes till they are a little red.
I think the reason films like this strike a chord with many people is due to the fact that so little happens you have to turn inward for any kind of an emotional punch.
A lovely story of love? Bollocks, for 20 years Darko was just sniffing that shirt and having a sly wank everytime he needed to remember fisshing time.
I think the media puff pieces might've made my exceptions too high.
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