til the cows come home...

Hello to everybody!

A couple of weeks ago the first posters announcing "I segreti di Brokeback Mountain" appeared in Rome. I didn't know anything about the movie. So when I saw the posters I thought "Wow! Whatever that secret is, those two young shoegazers in the photo make it look like it is a 70ies problem-movie about men that either have alcohol problems or are way too much in touch with their feminine side. Hahaha! Man, really! This looks like someone was stupid enough to make a movie about gay cowboys!"

Well, as everybody knows, by now I ate those words big time. Back then it was different. While the bus rumbled down the Corso di Francia I thought about it and suddelny a movie about gay cowboys seemed like the next logical step. I mean, we had movies showing us either the harsh side or the fun side of being gay from almost every corner of the world, depicting men from every social niche imaginable. So sooner or later there had to come a day when the topic of being gay was thoroughly exhausted.

Or so you'd think.

Of course, the promoters of the gay agenda can't allow a season of movies or TV-series to pass without at least one male interior designer or one female soccer-trainer to pop up and explain to everybody how hard it was a a child and how fun it is now, after the coming out and the breaking free from all conventions and the society finally learning to accept homosexuality. Live was hell back then, life is heaven now. Life is nothing but a big cliche. So gays and lesbians were and are always present. And just when you hoped and they feared that they ran out of plots, here come the Okay-Corral-Sisters. Time probably wasn't ripe for "Alien - The closet years" or "Cro Magnon Decadence" yet. But just you wait!

I heard that the movie was really good. I also heard that it was really crappy. I am not the kind to go and see for myself to justify my opinion. Because no matter how good the movie is, it will still be bad.