Brokeback Mountain

ennis, stuck in tradition, in the safety of what he knows and what he thinks is right. he never leaves his life as a cowboy nor ever takes a chance on jack’s ranch dream. he lets his father’s hand hold him back, too scared of the same thing to happen to him or jack as the man he saw as a kid, a man who was loved the same way he loved jack. ennis, who’s love would only show under the cover of brokeback mountain.  and jack. he was ready to abandon tradition, to let go of a comfortable life with his wife and son to be with ennis, no matter the stakes. from rodeoing and herding to driving industrial farming equipment, puffer vests in place of his parka, he let himself evolve into the unknown. yet, despite their opposing directions, neither ennis and jack were able to let go. they held on to each other tight, the shirt stained in blood and sheer desperation for eternity, and the sound of each other’s names.  in the end, neither one of them lives happily ever after. even though ennis is the one bound by tradition, he’s the one who gets a divorce. meanwhile, jack, who readily rejects the status quo, is the one married until death. neither one succeed in fully fulfilling their side of the ongoing argument, no one won. there was no solution. the world, in all its vastness, had no space for them to exist the way either of them wanted. most eloquently said by ennis del mar himself: “it’s because of you, jack, that i’m like this. i’m nothin’, i’m nowhere.” strangely, this movie twisted and squeezed the depths of my heart, considering the fact that it had jake gyllenhaal in it (i do not like him). i connected and empathized with the characters immediately, the emotional suspense was done wonderfully, and it shook the core of my being. and, health ledger, hollywood needs you. this is my the notebook.