Exactly, Nipith. And just how *are* two poor, male ranch hands in early-60s Wyoming - one of whom hasn't even begun to except his own homosexuality - supposed to flirt, by the way?
Dumbass mules.
I agree with Rayn and Lynne and Nancy - I think this is about the most romantic movie I've ever seen, because not only does it capture how these particular people *really* would relate to and fall in love with one another, it captures how pretty much all the rest of us fall in love, too. I guess it's just too realistic for people with Instant Gratification Mentality Disorder to comprehend.
You said it, Nancy - either people get it or they don't. And as I said to Diane last night, I actually have two classifications of people in my psyche now, kind of like that Woody Allen character Judy Davis played once thought of people as being either hedgehogs or foxes - Brokies and non-Brokies. Tell ya what - turns out I can like a non-Brokie - to a point, anyway. It turns out both my own parents fall into that classification, after all. But I can't dislike a Brokie.