They are cowboys, and they are gay.

I doubt that I can make a post that does justice to how Brokeback Mountain made me feel. I can say that it is every bit as gorgeous as the Annie Proulx story that I read in the New Yorker in the fall of 1997. There was this moment, when they first touch romantically, when I thought, "My god, I am watching two established, currently 'hot' movie stars playing two men in love without hesitation." We saw the film in a room full of gay men in the East Village (and also, interestingly, Elizabeth Berkeley; Maya said, "Oh, I just loved her in Saved by the Bell!") and if you can swing that, I recommend it.

By the way, if your man doesn't want to see it, show him the straight dude's guide to Brokeback Mountain.

( Spoilery thoughts. If you don't know how it turns out, don't click here; click the link below and read the story! )

Non-spoilery: It's as gorgeous as it should be, so thank you Ang Lee for that and so much more. It is just about a perfect adaptation of the story, which The New Yorker has made available online, so bravo to Lonesome Dove writer Larry McMurtry and his wife Diana Ossana for the script. Thank god they grabbed the rights for the story so quickly, as they were the ones who needed to adapt it. It is perfectly cast and has an amazing score. I'm not sure what else is going to open between now and the end of the year that will truly rival it for Best Picture. It's that good.

The outing was in honor of ladyjaida's birthday, and we had awesome (and dead cheap!) Burmese food beforehand and bubble tea after and it was a great evening.