quellfalconer:

Tell you what, we could’ve had a good life together, fuckin’ real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn’t want it, Ennis, so what we’ve got now is Brokeback Mountain! Everything’s built on that! That’s all we got, boy, fuckin’ all. So I hope you know that, even if you don’t never know the rest! You count the damn few times we’ve been together in nearly twenty years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on – and then you ask me about Mexico and you tell me you’ll kill me for needing somethin’ I don’t hardly never get.

Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

This movie will always make me laugh, not because of the movie, but because of the memory attached to it.

So one day when I was 13 I was watch TV in the living room with grandmother (she lived with us at the time). She’s going through the channels and we had the HBO, Showtime, etc. free for a period of time so those are the channels she sifting through.

She see Brokeback Mountain and is immediately excited because she loves westerns and even goes into a whole story about the westerns she saw when she was a little girl. She obviously has no prior knowledge as to what this movie is about but I did.

Now my grandmother is white and faux-religous, but religious enough for me to know she’s not going to like this movie and I don’t know how to tell her that. I try to get her to watch something else but she was adamant about watching the “western”. About 20 minutes in to watching we get to the motel scene, which is actually quite abrupt if you start the film midway through like we did. The noise that came out of her mouth when she realized this was not the westerns of her childhood and was about cowboys is so ingrained into my memory that everytime a see anything about Brokeback Mountain I can’t help but burst into full on laughter.