Considering I couldn't understand half of what they were saying, a damn fine film, if a little anti-climactic after months of hearing about it. Gotta admit it wasn't nearly as emotional as I expected it to be, but the acting was sublime on many levels and the scenery, my God the scenery. Michelle Williams, of course, broke my heart, but Anne Hathaway (who must never again be allowed to dye her hair blonde) is my new crush. Yowza.
And that, with apologies to my good friend Lee, is the shallowest review of Brokeback Mountain you will ever read.
And never will.
28 March 2006
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- Like a Rolling Stone.
- On Brokeback.
- 'I don't have even a blanket.'
- Brokeback Mountain.
- Brownie whore.
- Too cool.
- Second chances.
- In Commie bloood!!!
- The best reading material ever.
- It's 50 degrees in Moab.
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- Gimme a S! Gimme a E! Gimme a X! What's that spell...
- Last call.
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- Influence.
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- The American Republic, 1776-2006.
- Consequences.
- [In his best Anakin/Vader voice] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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- Things I Love, #56.
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