Reader beware. Below we delve into the true meaning of "non-discrimination" and "gay equality.," and what we've really opened the doors to -- where our mainstream "culture" is now headed. What was once confined to porn theaters or X-rated home videos is now in our malls, being touted for Oscars. If you object, you're "homophobic".
The "gay" western "Brokeback Mountain" is being wildly promoted by the gay-friendly media. For a conservative take, see WorldNetDaily's review by David Kupelian, which explains what a powerful piece of propaganda the movie is.
The movie is set in 1960's Wyoming. The movie's creepy title -- reminiscent of a gross term for condomless sodomy? -- is matched by the suggestiveness of the protagonists' names -- Jack Twist and Ennis. From Kupelian's review:
Ultimately, Ennis ends up alone, with nothing, living in a small, secluded trailer, having lost both his family and his homosexual partner. He's comforted only by his most precious possession – Jack's shirt – which he pitifully embraces, almost in a slow dance, his aching loneliness masterfully projected into the audience via the film's artistry.
Yes, the talents of Hollywood's finest are brought together in a successful attempt at making us experience Ennis's suffering, supposedly inflicted by a homophobic society. Heath Ledger's performance is brilliant and devastating. We do indeed leave the theater feeling Ennis's pain. Mission accomplished.
Lost in all of this, however, are towering, life-and-death realities concerning sex and morality and the sanctity of marriage and the preciousness of children and the direction of our civilization itself. So please, you moviemakers, how about easing off that tight camera shot of Ennis's suffering and doing a slow pan over the massive wreckage all around him? What about the years of silent anguish and loneliness Alma [his wife] stoically endures for the sake of keeping her family together, or the terrible betrayal, suffering and tears of the children, bereft of a father? None of this merits more than a brief acknowledgment in "Brokeback Mountain."
What is important to the moviemakers, rather, is that the viewer be made to feel, and feel, and feel again as deeply as possible the exquisitely painful loneliness and heartache of the homosexual cowboys – denied their truest happiness because of an ignorant and homophobic society.
Thus are the Judeo-Christian moral values that formed the very foundation and substance of Western culture for the past three millennia all swept away on a delicious tide of manufactured emotion. And believe me, skilled directors and actors can manufacture emotion by the truckload. It's what they do for a living.
We were curious what Boston's homosexual paper Bay Windows had to say about the movie. Their Dec. 15 review tells us a lot about the queer psyche. Note especially:
The most powerful and subversive message of the film is that for these men, all the hallmarks of domestic bliss, the loving wife, the children, the home, are the worst kind of prison.
The pornographic aspect is of utmost importance to this audience. They can't wait to get the DVD so they can replay the "rutting" scene. Jack turns out to be "a big ol' bottom" (and Ennis a "top"). The sodomy scene "is full-on, testosterone-fueled rutting with enough thrusting and grunting to make it pretty clear what's going up where." Lovely! A "beautifully sublime film," says the reviewer.
When word first spread that Hollywood eye candy Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal were starring in a film as gay cowboy lovers, the first question on most gay men's minds was, just how far were Gyllenhaal and Ledger going to go onscreen? And more importantly, how long until it comes out on DVD so we can pause and rewind, pause and rewind to our hearts' content?
...[A]s the two spend one lonely day after another together, largely isolated from the outside world, they begin to warm up to each other. It all leads to one cold night in a tent after a few too many drinks where one thing leads to another and . . . well, let's just say Jack's a big ol' bottom.
The sex might be the most controversial feature of the film, and kudos to Ang Lee for actually showing two men having sex onscreen, a decision that will likely cause many squeamish straight people to stay home. Gyllenhaal and Ledger are both basically fully clothed through the whole scene, but it is still shockingly graphic for a film starring two Hollywood heartthrobs whose fan-bases include sizable contingents from the CosmoGirl magazine set. [This fan base will ensure the propaganda gets spread far and wide with the young female audience.] This isn't sweet hold-me-gently lovemaking with a romantic orchestral score swelling up in the background. This is full-on, testosterone-fueled rutting with enough thrusting and grunting to make it pretty clear what's going up where. It's not terribly erotic, but that's not the point; this is a lifetime of repression exploding in a messy release.
... It's a portrait of a love doomed by intolerance... But for LGBT people, the film is a revelation. Without getting preachy, without cliches, it shows the promise of love and how that love is strangled by a society that cannot conceive of love between two men.
