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Offline iristarr

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Small Towns heard from
« on: March 24, 2006, 01:17:53 am »
Here's a link to an article in a Kansas City newspaper about the effects of BBM in that neck of the woods.

http://www.kansascity.com/mld/kansascity/entertainment/movies/14160402.htm?source=rss&channel=kansascity_movies
Ennis and Jack, the dogs, horses and mules, a thousand ewes and their lambs flowed up the trail like dirty water through the timber and out above the tree line into the great flowering meadows and the endless coursing wind.

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Re: Small Towns heard from
« Reply #1 on: March 24, 2006, 07:10:35 am »
Great article Iristarr - brokeback is tugging people's heart strings - I live in the suburbs and grew up in the country for a time and I have found that down to earth country and suburban people often understand and are more accepting of human nature then many give them credit for...

Thanks for finding the article,

Stripey
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Re: Small Towns heard from
« Reply #2 on: March 24, 2006, 07:12:24 am »
Also Iristarr one of the great things I loved about Brokeback is that it gave rural people a voice - I love films and books that have a rural local
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Re: Small Towns heard from
« Reply #3 on: March 24, 2006, 03:05:53 pm »
Me too.  Part of why Annie Proulx's work, and BBM, moves me so much.  No city sophistication there, just straighforward stuff.
These folks who work nearer to the land and with animals are a lot closer to life and death than most urban folk.  Dont want to generalize too much, but that's how it looks to me. Iris
Ennis and Jack, the dogs, horses and mules, a thousand ewes and their lambs flowed up the trail like dirty water through the timber and out above the tree line into the great flowering meadows and the endless coursing wind.