I have to admit that I was pretty shocked when my best friend and I walked into the theater about 7 mins past the scheduled start time to find it almost completely full on a Saturday at 3pm. We took our seats (in the 2nd row, Holy ginormous screen, batman) I was more than a bit shocked to see the diversity in the audience. There were a lot of middle-aged women, groups of younger (highschool/early college) kids, older couples, etc.
There were a few gasps and some giggles (generally from girls in luuuurve with Heath and/or Jake) during the initial sexual encounter, but by the end of the movie there was hardly a dry eye in the theater.
I also admit that I was one of those people who felt it was a bit longer than it should’ve been, but in fairness I was very hungry and expecting a self-important indie film where everyone says, “OMGTHECINEMATOGRAPHYWASFAAAABULOUS” while I’m still trying to figure out why the lead character stuck their head in an oven.
The movie, however, was truly beautiful. I was able to easily empathize and relate to the main characters, despite the fact that I am neither male nor gay. That their passion and tragedy felt completely accessable makes me feel a little weird about categorizing it strictly as a “gay film”. It was certainly about two men who fall in love. I would say that they were gay. But I didn’t feel like that was so much the point of the movie. I felt like the point of the movie was (as more than one person has mentioned in this thread) how tragic shame and repression can be and the ripple of consequences that come from denying your heart. I love that it showed not only how much pain the two lead characters go through as a result of fear and societal pressure, but how much pain everyone around them goes through with them. My heart broke for Ennis’ older daughter during much of the film just as my heart broke for both Ennis and Jack on an almost continual basis.
I also absolutely understood why Ennis’ wife never says anything. I honestly don’t know who would given the size of the town they were in and the era in which this film was set. She had to know that if anyone found out, there would always be gossip and long stares and that her childrens lives would be affected and that people would always wonder what she didn’t do for him as a wife that would’ve “turned him into a queer”. Between her fear, shame and hope for him to turn around and be the husband she wanted him to be… I was only surprised that she did finally divorce him.
I love that there aren’t really any true heros or villains in this movie, outside of the portrayal of an unaccepting and sometimes outright cruel society.
I will definitely be seeing this film again, and would wholey reccommend it to anyone who appreciates emotional film.
My only true complaint (if you can even call it that) with the movie is that it left me with the same hollow rage that I felt after viewing American History X. I appreciate being moved by a film, but as with AHX, I’m guessing this overwhelming sense of shame at how counter-productive that we as humans can sometimes be is going to follow me around for a couple of weeks. 