Who cries anymore?
See, it takes something really huge to get me at least to have watery eyes, and so much more to make me out-and-out cry. In fact, only two movies have ever made me cry (not like, a blubbering cry, but more of a sniffly kind of cry) in my entire life. The only other times I've cried was during a friend's death/funeral that I wasn't able to attend, and that stupid break-up plus Literature 102 finals (which i ended up late for) and a sociology thesis that I had rushed on the same day. Oh, not to mention the psycho family situation, but that's another thing.
Let's get back to the movies that've, should we say, touched me emotionally.
Those two films were (this is cheesy, really) A Walk To Remember and Brokeback Mountain. (I TOLD YOU.) And, let's get to the latter movie. Can we try to look beyond the homosexual content here? And try to look at the romantic connotation of the film?
Really. Aside from the fact that the film successfully pulled off the continued and subdued feeling of melancholia and aloneness that the characters and the general populace were going through (not to mention a further alienation from the rest of society because of their sexual preference), the ending was the clincher: in the film Ennis Del Mar shows us the inside of his closet, the bloodstained shirt of Jack Twist now inside his shirt (as opposed to when he first found the shirts--his shirt inside Jack's) and a postcard of Brokeback Mountain on top of it. Ennis grabs the shirts and cries, so freakin' innocently, and you can see the pain there, and that? That made me cry.
But as they say, the book version is always better than the film adaptation.
I must sort of agree to that, but not wholeheartedly. Somehow i think Ang Lee gave the film a newer, more tangible form when he produced the film version. Back to the book.
The book was more descriptive, much more vivid, although the film did try to capture the snippets (but not all--they're limited to an hour or two only of film?) and the book goes more into detail: who Jack was, who Ennis was, what the tension really was, how everything went down--the film did capture the essential points, but the smaller details might've gotten lost somewhere.
So, everyone remember's Jack's line? "I wish I knew how to quit you." That was sad, right? And the time when Ennis holds Jack in a non-sexual (JUST HAD TO SAY THAT.) hug and says something about him hitting the hay now? The book had that but--there's a quote in the book that I love the most:
On Ennis after Jack's death: 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've got to stand it.
The movie and book is more than a tackling of homosexuality (in fact, they were bisexual, having been able to have children and wives), it is about a romantic ideal, and how these characters try to achieve the ideal with reality staring them straight in the eye.
Finally: because I love you people, have a free e-book of Annie Proulx's Brokeback Mountain, it's in notepad (.txt) form. YAY.
Let's get back to the movies that've, should we say, touched me emotionally.
Those two films were (this is cheesy, really) A Walk To Remember and Brokeback Mountain. (I TOLD YOU.) And, let's get to the latter movie. Can we try to look beyond the homosexual content here? And try to look at the romantic connotation of the film?
Really. Aside from the fact that the film successfully pulled off the continued and subdued feeling of melancholia and aloneness that the characters and the general populace were going through (not to mention a further alienation from the rest of society because of their sexual preference), the ending was the clincher: in the film Ennis Del Mar shows us the inside of his closet, the bloodstained shirt of Jack Twist now inside his shirt (as opposed to when he first found the shirts--his shirt inside Jack's) and a postcard of Brokeback Mountain on top of it. Ennis grabs the shirts and cries, so freakin' innocently, and you can see the pain there, and that? That made me cry.
But as they say, the book version is always better than the film adaptation.
I must sort of agree to that, but not wholeheartedly. Somehow i think Ang Lee gave the film a newer, more tangible form when he produced the film version. Back to the book.
The book was more descriptive, much more vivid, although the film did try to capture the snippets (but not all--they're limited to an hour or two only of film?) and the book goes more into detail: who Jack was, who Ennis was, what the tension really was, how everything went down--the film did capture the essential points, but the smaller details might've gotten lost somewhere.
So, everyone remember's Jack's line? "I wish I knew how to quit you." That was sad, right? And the time when Ennis holds Jack in a non-sexual (JUST HAD TO SAY THAT.) hug and says something about him hitting the hay now? The book had that but--there's a quote in the book that I love the most:
On Ennis after Jack's death: 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've got to stand it.
The movie and book is more than a tackling of homosexuality (in fact, they were bisexual, having been able to have children and wives), it is about a romantic ideal, and how these characters try to achieve the ideal with reality staring them straight in the eye.
Finally: because I love you people, have a free e-book of Annie Proulx's Brokeback Mountain, it's in notepad (.txt) form. YAY.