I saw Brokeback Mountain last night. It was the first time I’ve gone to the Oriental since I returned to Milwaukee, a whole year and a half ago now. Yells A lot gave me an expired free pass and the petite, young, white boy box office clerk with thick cornrows didn’t challenge me. I had to wait awhile for my friend to arrive. Almost everyone entered shivering and muttering or shrieking about the cold wind. It’s winter in Wisconsin again, after a ridiculously and somewhat historic mild January where the temperature hovered right around 40 for the entire month. There were a lot of undergraduate aged girls and boys, wearing their too lightweight trendy faux vintage coats and heels or chucks. Heels or Chucks with the coats. Then there was a middle-aged interracial couple, who I am sure still experience a lot of bullshit dating here in Milwaukee. One obviously gay pair. A man escorting his two teenage daughters to the 10pm showing. The new Woody Allen film Matchpoint was showing as well, but I would not pay to suffer through a Scarlett Johansson performance; that chick is overrated.
When my friend showed up I was happily astonished to see her all rocked out in a black leather biker jacket, chain wallet, black Chucks and a Cheap Trick tee shirt. Every other time I’ve seen her, it had been her 10-hour teaching day and somehow we had never even really mentioned music while conversing, probably because, like I told her, we are usually too busy complaining about the state of the American educational system.
The only preview we saw, due to her late arrival, was an obscure one for the new Steven Soderburgh (sp) film which is about some workers in a doll factory. The gimmick is that the cast is made up of entirely inexperienced, no name actors. Could be interesting, but the last Soderburgh I saw made me sickly dizzy, so maybe I’ll wait for the DVD.
Brokeback Mountain starts off very slowly. Heath Ledger does a great job with his voice. His character, Ennis, is a typical macho man, a man of “few words,” a guy who doesn’t think he warrants listening to. Ledger’s voice is really gruff and he doesn’t enunciate his words well. A real working man’s discourse. And he’s consistent in it too. I found it really impressive, especially since Ledger’s Australian. Jake Gyllanhall’s character, Jack Twist, is more verbose and silly. Watching the opening scenes just made me horny, them all shirtless at times, all buff in their well fitting Levi’s. The first love scene, really the only full on SEX scene between them, comes right at you. Ennis has to sleep in the tent with Jack because it’s freezing, and Jack just grabs his face, and they wrestle with each other’s hands. Jack unzips; Ennis follows, albeit looking more disconcerted, and spits on his hand, rubs it on his dick, and then plunges into Jack’s orifice. It’s a pretty short scene, and all of the following scenes only show them making out awkwardly and macho-like, smashing each other’s faces with their hands. The film spans about 20 years, and it just goes on and on, and apparently they only see each other once or twice a year. Sadly, my analytical skills were resting, as I was so tired I felt delirious after the movie ended, all two hours and twenty minutes of it. So I really can’t offer a full critique. I liked it. My friend was irritated that Ennis gave into the homophobia of the times, even though he divorced and never remarried (Michelle Williams from Dawson’s Creek played his wife, and she is as skinny as a person-size doll; it’s disgusting; my friend said someone needs to throw a biscuit at her!), while Jack stayed married but offered to divorce and live with Ennis somewhere they couldn’t be found. I thought it made sense. The nice Scot I met last weekend was at the Landmark afterwards, and he said he didn’t feel why they felt so connected, which I am sure makes sense, but I guess I just assumed it was the lonely that pulled them together, and the connection stemmed from that. It was too long probably. I can’t decide. I wouldn’t have minded if I had had to pay to see it, though.
We didn’t stay at Landmark long because I needed sleep and the Landmark sucks, except for the BuckHunter game. I scored my highest score ever! Almost 5,000 points, and 4 perfect sites in a row. Never have I achieved so well! Damn I shot those elk. Maybe I was inspired by the scene in the movie where Ennis shot and killed an elk so they’d have more to eat than canned beans.
It was blustery outside when we left, and my little Chevy was skidding all around up desolate Downer Avenue, and I flashbacked to 1996 or 1997, when my ex-roommate who shares my name and I ventured out in a blizzard to see a horrible Greg Araki (sp) movie; a horrible for shock value only film starring Rose McGowan. God it was terrible. I think Perry Farrell had a cameo. We would have left except for the storm, which we ended up walking in because the bus of course never comes.
So tired I almost cried, a day overspent, socializing. I just wanted a warm cat and a warm bed, but when I got home my cat was all constipated and ran around yowling. He got so upset in the litter box, the litter stuck to his nose. And he woke me at 7am and at 8am, screaming for water because he can’t drink from a bowl because he’s a cat and HAS to be difficult. I hit him with my lavender eye pillow, told him to get the fuck out. Not hard, I wouldn’t hit him hard, I tapped him though, GET OUT ASSHOLE. That kind of behavior has annoyed most of the men who have slept in my bed; well, actually, no man has slept in THIS bed yet. I always worry about that though, about my cat’s behavior annoying some guy away from me. That’s why I prefer a cat lover. More importantly a Jen lover. Man, yesterday was a long day. But today was productive. I typed thoughtful comments for my basic writing students who shared some fucked up shit with me. I ran some errands, splurged on the first season of Entourage, bought some shitty food since I could justify it by thinking about it was Super Bowl Sunday and a lot of people would be eating way shittier than myself. Super Bowl night’s always a good night to stay in the house. Saw the Stones during half time though. I still like them even though I should just laugh at them.
Ah, fuck, the work week begins again tomorrow. Next Friday there’s a party in celebration of Valentine’s. A scary party for me to attend, but I should, I will. Otherwise I’m being querulous, not productive, and I have to push myself to try.
When my friend showed up I was happily astonished to see her all rocked out in a black leather biker jacket, chain wallet, black Chucks and a Cheap Trick tee shirt. Every other time I’ve seen her, it had been her 10-hour teaching day and somehow we had never even really mentioned music while conversing, probably because, like I told her, we are usually too busy complaining about the state of the American educational system.
The only preview we saw, due to her late arrival, was an obscure one for the new Steven Soderburgh (sp) film which is about some workers in a doll factory. The gimmick is that the cast is made up of entirely inexperienced, no name actors. Could be interesting, but the last Soderburgh I saw made me sickly dizzy, so maybe I’ll wait for the DVD.
Brokeback Mountain starts off very slowly. Heath Ledger does a great job with his voice. His character, Ennis, is a typical macho man, a man of “few words,” a guy who doesn’t think he warrants listening to. Ledger’s voice is really gruff and he doesn’t enunciate his words well. A real working man’s discourse. And he’s consistent in it too. I found it really impressive, especially since Ledger’s Australian. Jake Gyllanhall’s character, Jack Twist, is more verbose and silly. Watching the opening scenes just made me horny, them all shirtless at times, all buff in their well fitting Levi’s. The first love scene, really the only full on SEX scene between them, comes right at you. Ennis has to sleep in the tent with Jack because it’s freezing, and Jack just grabs his face, and they wrestle with each other’s hands. Jack unzips; Ennis follows, albeit looking more disconcerted, and spits on his hand, rubs it on his dick, and then plunges into Jack’s orifice. It’s a pretty short scene, and all of the following scenes only show them making out awkwardly and macho-like, smashing each other’s faces with their hands. The film spans about 20 years, and it just goes on and on, and apparently they only see each other once or twice a year. Sadly, my analytical skills were resting, as I was so tired I felt delirious after the movie ended, all two hours and twenty minutes of it. So I really can’t offer a full critique. I liked it. My friend was irritated that Ennis gave into the homophobia of the times, even though he divorced and never remarried (Michelle Williams from Dawson’s Creek played his wife, and she is as skinny as a person-size doll; it’s disgusting; my friend said someone needs to throw a biscuit at her!), while Jack stayed married but offered to divorce and live with Ennis somewhere they couldn’t be found. I thought it made sense. The nice Scot I met last weekend was at the Landmark afterwards, and he said he didn’t feel why they felt so connected, which I am sure makes sense, but I guess I just assumed it was the lonely that pulled them together, and the connection stemmed from that. It was too long probably. I can’t decide. I wouldn’t have minded if I had had to pay to see it, though.
We didn’t stay at Landmark long because I needed sleep and the Landmark sucks, except for the BuckHunter game. I scored my highest score ever! Almost 5,000 points, and 4 perfect sites in a row. Never have I achieved so well! Damn I shot those elk. Maybe I was inspired by the scene in the movie where Ennis shot and killed an elk so they’d have more to eat than canned beans.
It was blustery outside when we left, and my little Chevy was skidding all around up desolate Downer Avenue, and I flashbacked to 1996 or 1997, when my ex-roommate who shares my name and I ventured out in a blizzard to see a horrible Greg Araki (sp) movie; a horrible for shock value only film starring Rose McGowan. God it was terrible. I think Perry Farrell had a cameo. We would have left except for the storm, which we ended up walking in because the bus of course never comes.
So tired I almost cried, a day overspent, socializing. I just wanted a warm cat and a warm bed, but when I got home my cat was all constipated and ran around yowling. He got so upset in the litter box, the litter stuck to his nose. And he woke me at 7am and at 8am, screaming for water because he can’t drink from a bowl because he’s a cat and HAS to be difficult. I hit him with my lavender eye pillow, told him to get the fuck out. Not hard, I wouldn’t hit him hard, I tapped him though, GET OUT ASSHOLE. That kind of behavior has annoyed most of the men who have slept in my bed; well, actually, no man has slept in THIS bed yet. I always worry about that though, about my cat’s behavior annoying some guy away from me. That’s why I prefer a cat lover. More importantly a Jen lover. Man, yesterday was a long day. But today was productive. I typed thoughtful comments for my basic writing students who shared some fucked up shit with me. I ran some errands, splurged on the first season of Entourage, bought some shitty food since I could justify it by thinking about it was Super Bowl Sunday and a lot of people would be eating way shittier than myself. Super Bowl night’s always a good night to stay in the house. Saw the Stones during half time though. I still like them even though I should just laugh at them.
Ah, fuck, the work week begins again tomorrow. Next Friday there’s a party in celebration of Valentine’s. A scary party for me to attend, but I should, I will. Otherwise I’m being querulous, not productive, and I have to push myself to try.
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