You know, I think those two fellas were more than just good friends.
*crickets*
Sorry, I can never resist that one. It is like when I hear that someone is pregnant and I say, "Wow. Do they know what caused it?"
I know better, yet I am easily amused.
I haven't been avoiding the film or anything, I just didn't happen to see it until now.
It was decent enough.
I do have a problem, historically, with films where characters -- played by the same actors -- age more than a few years. That irked me some. Not a powerful irking, but some irkage nonetheless.
I'm also not sure exactly what I took away from the film.
Maybe that when left alone on top of a mountain, guys will resort to rough-housing and angry butt-sex to pass the time. And that those two things, we all know full well, are the cornerstones to any good relationship.
I initially didn't buy the relationship at all. To me it was just two dudes with an annoying job having a few drinks. Then suddenly Heath Ledger is spitting in his hand and getting down to work.
Angrily.
My first reaction to it was joking about all those sexy sheep as an alternative choice. (Damn Scottish blood.)
I did, however, begin to buy the relationship when Heath Ledger was chainsmoking in his apartment with Jen from "Dawson's Creek" and waiting for Gyllenhall to arrive to "go fishing." There did seem to be a yearning there.
Though I think it was a bad decision for Ledger to channel the dude from SLING BLADE. I spent half the movie waiting for him to say "I like them French fried potaters." He did say "Mmmm" numerous times.
I also feel a bit misled. I was expecting a "cowboy" movie. Like a western. Something set in Kansas in the 1860s. With gunfights and hookers and junk.
But, Kate Mara was in it. That made up for a lot.
I cracked up laughing when in the end credits I noticed -- after watching for 2.5 hours -- that it was based on a short story.
I liked the film. I didn't love it. I'm not sure what all the fuss was about.
What I did learn was that...
1) Some love stories weren't meant to be.
2) Trying to force love, when it isn't there, doesn't work.
3) If you are using fishing trips for a cover for your gay sexcapades, at least bring home a couple of friggin' fish.
Look at me. I'm growing. I got through this entire thing without once mentioning a topless Anne Hathaway and --
Ah crap!!
Labels: Reviews years after the fact
posted by Peter at 9:26 AM
