One Word Movie

Brokeback Mountain

OK, ok, given that this film is good, and it's sensitive and beautifully shot and acted, and you could probably take your mum to it, couldn't it please be a little bit more offensive? I mean, it's putrefyingly obvious what's going to happen, and if they hadn't have been gay cowboys, but maybe autistic cowboys, everyone would have thought this was sooo three years ago. Plus there is big swelling music to tell you when to feel moved. So by the end I was in clear and present danger of being extremely fucking bored.

One good thing about this movie is that I really couldn't understand half the stuff Heath Ledger was saying: he rivals Brad Pitt in Snatch in the comprehensibility stakes. Another good thing is that Ledger has an uncanny resemblance to England rugby legend Johnny Wilkinson.

Finally, can I just say, can you imagine going to one of E Annie Proulx's dinner parties? Have another glass of Burgundy, she might say, it has a fine bouquet, and over the next 20 years it will set you spiralling downwards into alcoholic oblivion, tearing your dearest loves apart and even leading you to shave half your dog off in a drunken rage. I haven't got the slightest idea why people read more than one of her books because a) they are all the same, and b) even Schopenhauer would find them unnecessarily moody.

posted by Chairman Peyote @ 1:06 PM