Howdy, fellow Tremblayans and fellow Brokebackaphiles:
Just wanted to send a quick shout-out (while preparing for my big upcoming scene as Jimbo [hissss!]) to commemorate the fact that today marks six months to the very day that I first saw the movie of my life, whereupon I haven't been the same since.
It was a bitterly cold Saturday afternoon, that February 18th, and Scott was mindful that the next morn would see him transformed as a thirty-nine year old man--gettin' up there in years, aren't we? His mom was in town, and he thought this would be an ideal chance to see the movie, the one that his pal Melinda asked him if he had seen everytime they communicated. God, she loves this movie! I reckon I'll enjoy it well enough, but not necessarily expecting much from it...still curious though.
It's now about one A.M., and everyone has gone to bed, some hours after seeing "Brokeback Mountain" and discussing it. It definitely struck a nerve with all three of them (Scott, his mom, and his sister), but Scott is feeling more numb than anything else. Despite the tears that welled up in his eyes in the theater, and stung upon exposure to the bitter night air outside. But here, lying in bed, thinking on what he has seen, some primal emotion, from deep within his being, rises up from that hollow feeling and engulfs him. Ennis, poor Ennis...he thinks to himself. He begins to sob--he has fallen in love and lost that love all at the same time. He is thirty-nine now...life has changed.
