Last night, a girl friend and I went to see Brokeback Mountain.
Although all the great review and comments I have read and my love of Ang Lee's prior works have set my expectation sky high, I was still not prepared enough for how great a film it is, and how long it is.
At least I went to the restroom before the film while I got water and snacks. But I still felt the need to pee about 30 minutes toward the end in the hindsight. My friend got a little restless one third into the film, that was about the time she felt the need. But she did not want to get up and decided to hold it till the end.
Point is, we don't feel the film is long until our body tells us. Every minute of it is worthy and well controlled. That is why in the end tears welled up in your eyes and something heavy dwelled on your chest but it wouldn't come out. It was just there, for a long while.
Like the difficult and separate lives of Ennis and Jack, you have to just stand it.
Tonight, I read the book, Brokeback Mountain, in my apartment of redness, I read the story of the cold and bleak mid west ranches and mountains.
Me tears that welled up from last night came running out.
"There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you got to stand it. "
So let's have a toast for love, in whatever forms it may come, and it may stay.