Wow. That was a storm. So, while I and the rest of those in Clarence Brown Theatre were subjected to the horror of the movie "Brokeback Mountain", the rest of Knoxville faced a crazy hurricane of a storm. To the right is an artist's rendition (mine) of the storm.
First of all, I think 'twas the rest of Knoxville that got off easy.
I don't mean to step on any feet and I think that because of the "nature" of this film, that doing so is inevitable, but America is a free country and I can say what I like. If you don't like it, then, I'm sorry, that's just the way I think. Brokeback Mountain gets a big one star out of 10 and I strip it of all awards it has received. And it only gets that because of the filming. The director got in a few good camera angles and that was the saving grace from this movie receiving a big goose egg. It angers me greatly when movies such as this one sweep awards just because of its eccentric theme and "nature". That's really all I can call it. Had this movie starred completely straight individuals, the critics would have agreed. Google's collective rating was a 4.6/5.0 which I believe is completely bollocks. Some reviewers gave it 5/5, that's just ludicrous. Some referred to it as "a masterpiece" or "more than a gay movie". Those people are liars. The only reason this movie has received any publicity at all is because of its questionable content. The acting was fine, but Heath's voice sounded like he was holding rocks in his jaws. The music was so overbearing, that by the end of the movie, I wanted to choke that guitar player. I hope he was doing it for free, at least that would explain it. Although the movie's real running time was around 2 hours, it was soooo slow during 98% of it, it felt as if it would be morning when we got out. Waiting for any kind of actual content from the beginning of the movie felt like waiting in line at the DMV... endless, and since there really wasn't anything I in the movie, they had to waste time with empty scenes and way too visual "encounters" between the main characters. One scene, apparently showing the low budget (?) of the film has on of the set microphones fall into the frame? wtf? How did this POS movie win anything? Was it the "hot" stars? The nudity? The adultery? The horrible parenting? The domestic verbal and physical abuse? The gay encounters? I'm baffled by this. Spoiler:: In the end, Jake Gyllenhaal's character is murdered and covered up by the local Texans and that's when I started to rejoice... soon it would be over. :: All in all, the movie was about a complete lack of morals and how in the end, everything is alright, as long as you don't get caught. Hardly values to relay no matter what kind of movie. There wasn't any happy ending and there wasn't really any entertainment in between the credits and the title. Take it from me and don't waste your time with this horrible utter embarrassment to the MPAA. "I wish I knew how to quit you." I wish I knew how to forget you [the movie].
Back to the more pressing matter: The hurricane that hit Knoxville. Ok... so it wasn't a hurricane, but it was crazy. Trashcans were strewn everywhere, trash, rain, puddles, thunder, lightning, torrential downpours... you name it. I just wish I had been out of that theatre to see it. If I'd a known it was that good, I would have taken an extremely extended bathroom break to see it. Perhaps the worst damage from the storm is in the picture to the left. I wish I had had more than my phone camera to get a picture of it, but... oh well. I have drawn in the tree that is invisible in the picture. It really doesn't do the sight justice. It was so bad, that my UPS had to shut down my computer! Now you KNOW it was crazy. lol. I love thunderstorms.
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