I went to see Brokeback Mountain Friday night. Three friends and I saw it at the "Premium Theater" (upscale, with food & alcohol--no minors). Although I rarely go see movies, and almost never get excited about a particular flick, I was anxious to see this one.
I almost wish now that I hadn't gone.
Don't get me wrong. It was an excellent movie, which I highly recommend. But it hit a little too close to home for me. I can't stop thinking about it. It has stirred up every emotion imaginable within me. So many that I don't know where to begin sorting them out.
I see a lot of myself in Ennis Del Ray (Heath Ledger). And I see parts of me (the misfit) in Jack Twist (Jake Gyllenhaal). I see a little of Matt Shepard in him, too.
I think what upsets me most, though, is the fear that I could easily end up like Ennis. As I approach my fifties, that is a thought that truly haunts me. Don Henley nailed it in the song Desperado. We "need to let somebody love us, before it's too late".
But enough about me...
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