Rocky Mountain

Judging by the way Brokeback Mountain has been selling out theaters, if you haven't seen the gay cowboy movie of 2005, you've at least heard about it and probably read the reviews. Thus, I'll spare you a critical discussion of plot points and potential spoilers. Just know that director Ang Lee's "epic love story" is "heart-wrenching" and "beautiful." In the spirit of Brokeback, which tells the story of two men and their place in this big, mean world, I'll tell you about another pair, two moviegoers who had very different reactions to the film. One of the people is moi, and the other is a friend—we’ll call him Friend.

"Did you cry?" Friend asks expectantly. "No, not at all," I say, feeling a tinge of shame. "Did you?" Having struggled in the past with bouts of heartlessness, I'm now prepared for a conversation in which my lack of sensitivity is on full display. His answer, of course, is yes. So he cried. I did not. He goes out afterward and buys the soundtrack. I do not. More than likely, when the DVD comes out, Friend will buy that too. And in times of great sadness, when someone has dug out his heart with a melon baller, he'll crawl into bed and watch Brokeback like emotional porn. I, however, will do no such thing. But even I couldn't escape the grasp of Brokeback Mountain. While the heaviness was slow in coming, it hung on long after the story of Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar had come to an end. Finally, I cried. So either I'm going soft, or this is one touching movie. I'm gonna blame it on Brokeback. See Brokeback Mountain after 5 p.m. as part of the Chick Flicks series at the Plano Angelika.
Wed., Jan. 11, 5 p.m.