For those who dare to care: I predicted for 2006 “More bisexuality. The gay phenomenon is so last year” — and sure enough Brokeback Mountain rides in with eight, count ’em, Oscar nods. Though director Ang Lee had the fashionable, acceptable attitude when he said, “I didn’t know there were so many gay people out there. Everywhere, they turn up,” it should be clear that Brokeback Mountain is less a gay cowboy movie than a bisexual cowboy movie. (Or, as the Washington Post calls it with such adult wit, “cowpoke.”)
The distinction matters because the motive collapses into incoherence, a land where everything is possible but nothing is true. Reflecting such ritually subjective terms, Lee gushed, “I think I’m amazed how people everywhere have had the sensitivity to want to get into the complexity of the issue, the probability of love, the illusion of love, all those things. It’s not simple things [sic] you can categorize as right or wrong.”
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