“Brokeback Mountain” is a new and popular film by Ang Lee about two cowboys who become lovers in 1963. Even as they marry and raise families, they continue to see each other and renew their special relationship. While this is a story that needs to be told, this is an altogether too familiar story that could never be told in the anti-queer culture of 1963. Most viewers will be too young to remember “the love that has no name”, those “loves that cannot be”.
From the reviews, I am reasonably sure that this is a movie that will be remembered, one that treats the love of two men with sensitivity and circumspection. No doubt its thoughtfulness will provoke average movie-goers to think more about whatever it is they already think about, if they think about same-sex issues at all.
One could even argue that, lacking the pathetic self-parody stereotypes found in virtually all “gay” contemporary sitcom, “Brokeback Mountain” is a step forward for GLBT cinema and media presentation.
Me, I doubt that I’ll see it. Without benefit of horses or the backdrop of the Wyoming landscape, I lived a considerably more mundane but equally clandestine version of that relationship, many decades ago. So did many others. Yep, pardner, I lived it. Uh-huh. Don’t never want to go back, neither.
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