It is a bizarre film.
In first part is common, occasionally boring. Same recipes, magnificent images and old story between two cowboys. Nothing new, nothing important.
In the second part-a different story. Symbols, gestures of love, fear and desire,ambiguity of feelings and chimeric expectations, truth and vital lies, memories and strong sin, slices of time and hypocritical existences, words and far worlds and shadow of a mountain.
It is not a gay movie or pledge for tolerance. It is not a tale about the brave heroes and their silence. It is not a lesson of life or a touching moment of a Sunday evening. It is a mirror.
The lost, the hope, the desire, the responsibility like cage are realities for every existence. In every life exists a seed of a great and secret guilt and a nostalgic favor.
The image of farm is only the ordinary Arcadia. The perfect refuge and the place of reason of existence. And this guilt is more and more bigger, with every hour and every year.
"Brokeback Mountain" is a magnificent film. Not for the art of director or casting but for the science to transforms the silence in only dialog. To create a small and anonymous catharsis in the conscience of audience and to make questions.
It is a tale about the price of sacrifice. About illusions and about the image of the other. Only victory is touch of a blue shirt.
After his end, I considered this film a splendid piece of Extreme Orient cinema. Not for the image but for the visual taste, for the grounds of final, for the obsession of mountain and for the memories of every soul. The ash of a lost golden age like only treasure.
In first part is common, occasionally boring. Same recipes, magnificent images and old story between two cowboys. Nothing new, nothing important.
In the second part-a different story. Symbols, gestures of love, fear and desire,ambiguity of feelings and chimeric expectations, truth and vital lies, memories and strong sin, slices of time and hypocritical existences, words and far worlds and shadow of a mountain.
It is not a gay movie or pledge for tolerance. It is not a tale about the brave heroes and their silence. It is not a lesson of life or a touching moment of a Sunday evening. It is a mirror.
The lost, the hope, the desire, the responsibility like cage are realities for every existence. In every life exists a seed of a great and secret guilt and a nostalgic favor.
The image of farm is only the ordinary Arcadia. The perfect refuge and the place of reason of existence. And this guilt is more and more bigger, with every hour and every year.
"Brokeback Mountain" is a magnificent film. Not for the art of director or casting but for the science to transforms the silence in only dialog. To create a small and anonymous catharsis in the conscience of audience and to make questions.
It is a tale about the price of sacrifice. About illusions and about the image of the other. Only victory is touch of a blue shirt.
After his end, I considered this film a splendid piece of Extreme Orient cinema. Not for the image but for the visual taste, for the grounds of final, for the obsession of mountain and for the memories of every soul. The ash of a lost golden age like only treasure.