Brokeback Mountain really bothered me when it received a lot of critical acclaim. It was being heralded as groundbreaking cinema, and the last new place the Western could venture into. It also featured two hot young male actors having sex on screen.
The only reason this was harpooned to the front of the nominations in the Academy Awards was because big Hollywood names were playing fags (gay is the new retarded). Brokeback Mountain was received like it was the best thing since sliced bread, which is how a lot of people view the gay community. I’m not saying this is a bad thing necessarily, but it does put the community on some sort of novelty pedestal. Everyone wanted to show how tolerant they were of fags by showing love and admiration for this mediocre movie. (I’m not racist! I have black friends!)
It was really heavy handed at times. I mean, the last scene in the film really bothered me. The audience, while weeping uncontrollably, is shown a forlorn Heath Ledger, sitting (or standing? I can’t remember) idly in his trailer home. The last shot is of a small closet adjacent to an open window, which reveals a cascading field. Beautiful touch. I mean, really, give me a fucking break. I really wish the Simpson’s had Ralph explain to the audience what this all symbolized. It’s similar to the last shot in The Departed: it was only fitting that Ralph from the Simpson’s was even able to figure out what the rat meant.
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