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Green Apple has finally been updated,Story .
Brokeback Mountain, Spoilers ahead.
First lets say I thought the movie was really good. The movie theater was filled with women and only one man was present. What that says about the movie I have no idea.
The scenery was beautiful. Isolated, but that would be the point I imagine. The way one feels isolated from how they truly feel, or perhaps want to feel but can‘t because of the way society and their views are against gays.
I like the movie, a lot. I was not prepared for the ending. If I had known that one of the main character dies I would not have gone to see the movie… not today at least. I‘m pmsing and it was all I could do to stop from crying. Of course I cried before I got there cause my cat is such a good cat. (Well it made sense at the time… so back off.)
Heath Ledger did a great job. His emotion in the movie is very raw and well acted. If he gets an Oscar out of this I think its well deserved.
Is it a gay cowboy story…? I‘m not sure. I‘d say it was a love story. Perhaps its movie that is about cowboys in love who happen to be gay.
It does sadden me to think that society has so much hatred against different groups of people that you just can‘t let them be. Let gay, straight, religious people live there lives. Should any of really have to hide who we truly are.
Well that’s my little rant about what‘s wrong with the world.
Other news…
After the movies I went to the airport to pick up a friend flying back from Canada, where she has been working for the last month. I like the airport. All the people coming and going. People greeting family and friends, crying and hugging. Whispered words of be safe and I love you.
By the time I left I wanted to kill them all. “P” got stopped by customs. I was pissed. A half hour trip to pick her ass up turned into 7 hours of me pacing and chain smoking. A big to do over a little bottle of Brazilian Rum and some dirt samples. She’s a geologist people, lets move it along.
One piece of paper was missing for clearance. Like it mattered she had 150 other pieces of paper, she had to get a hold of her boss, who then had to drive to his office and fax over a piece of paper. Then we had to wait for the approval. I was ready to break in to that bottle of rum by time this was over.
Of course they were keeping the rum they tell us and sent us on are merry way. But as I turn to leave the guard slips the bottle into the coat pocket I was carrying and winks at me.
Maybe it was not such a bad ending. I'm not sharing the rum.
Brokeback Mountain, Spoilers ahead.
First lets say I thought the movie was really good. The movie theater was filled with women and only one man was present. What that says about the movie I have no idea.
The scenery was beautiful. Isolated, but that would be the point I imagine. The way one feels isolated from how they truly feel, or perhaps want to feel but can‘t because of the way society and their views are against gays.
I like the movie, a lot. I was not prepared for the ending. If I had known that one of the main character dies I would not have gone to see the movie… not today at least. I‘m pmsing and it was all I could do to stop from crying. Of course I cried before I got there cause my cat is such a good cat. (Well it made sense at the time… so back off.)
Heath Ledger did a great job. His emotion in the movie is very raw and well acted. If he gets an Oscar out of this I think its well deserved.
Is it a gay cowboy story…? I‘m not sure. I‘d say it was a love story. Perhaps its movie that is about cowboys in love who happen to be gay.
It does sadden me to think that society has so much hatred against different groups of people that you just can‘t let them be. Let gay, straight, religious people live there lives. Should any of really have to hide who we truly are.
Well that’s my little rant about what‘s wrong with the world.
Other news…
After the movies I went to the airport to pick up a friend flying back from Canada, where she has been working for the last month. I like the airport. All the people coming and going. People greeting family and friends, crying and hugging. Whispered words of be safe and I love you.
By the time I left I wanted to kill them all. “P” got stopped by customs. I was pissed. A half hour trip to pick her ass up turned into 7 hours of me pacing and chain smoking. A big to do over a little bottle of Brazilian Rum and some dirt samples. She’s a geologist people, lets move it along.
One piece of paper was missing for clearance. Like it mattered she had 150 other pieces of paper, she had to get a hold of her boss, who then had to drive to his office and fax over a piece of paper. Then we had to wait for the approval. I was ready to break in to that bottle of rum by time this was over.
Of course they were keeping the rum they tell us and sent us on are merry way. But as I turn to leave the guard slips the bottle into the coat pocket I was carrying and winks at me.
Maybe it was not such a bad ending. I'm not sharing the rum.