Blue Gal finally saw Brokeback Mountain at the one theatre in Birmingham to show it.
I was not disappointed. But the fourteen feet of toilet paper I scarfed from the Cineplex's bathroom before the show was not needed. I thought it was gonna be a real sobfest, but I cried more, much more, during the recent Pride and Prejudice than I did during this one.
What everybody (except Gene Shalit, and really, did you ever take him seriously as a reviewer?) says about it being a love story and you forget that it's two guys but you remember the love and the relationship is totally true.
I predict it will win the best picture Oscar, 'cause Hollywood would love to send the Bible Belt a message after the Reddy-Whipping of the Christ movie, and also because Ang Lee has a worthy body of work to reward and it's probably his time.
Speaking of messages, we've gotta give a Don't Sugarcoat It honorable mention to the weblog Christian Dissent for their lovely comment to Pat Robertson, "God is not an asshole, you are."