Gun's going off!

I just got back from watching Brokeback Mountain. The film itself was brilliant, although I'm slightly disappointed Jack didn't go "Gun's going off!" as Ennis was buggering him in the tent that first night like he does in the book. It's such a funny line. Then again, that would probably have had me in stitches for the remainder of the movie, ruining the bittersweetness of two lovers trying to fit a lifetime into a few fishingtrips per year. Unfortunately, my lasting impression of the past three hours has very little to do with the film itself and more to do with the people I saw the film with. Middleaged women. Basically, in the theatre it was me and mindthelacuna, two guys who looked about our age, and then it was the women. A theatre full of middleaged women. God damn it. Why is it they can't shut the fuck up? I mean, this film takes a bit of effort. It's powerful, beautiful, sad, funny, whatever. But the mood shatters as someone behind you, instead of focusing on the drama, goes "oh, what a lovely house". Yeah, you're right, that is the point of the movie. To show us what lovely houses there are. It started with the first scene. Jack gets out of the car. Behind me; "Oh, that's the actor from The Day After Tomorrow". And there's only so much that can be said about a godawful load of sheep, alright lady? Yes, we can see that there's plenty of them, now why don't you count them and fall asleep so the rest of us can get a chance to watch this film in peace.

Result: I'm getting this on DVD to watch at home. Without the middleaged bloody women.