"Brokeback Mountain"

To understand what Ennis Del Mar feels for Jack Twist, you need to smell the blood on their shirts. It's not only the blood of cowboys thrown by spooked horses, of husbands protecting their wives from disrespectful scum (and themselves from the implication that they are not manly enough to silence lowlifes), of sheep ripped apart by prowling wolves, it's also the blood of every queer man and women killed by thugs unleashed by Bible-thumping TV and radio evangelists. It's the blood that passes turbulently from father to son, that marks a father's daughter as chattel exchanged for a promise to submit, to give in to the father and yield to him the knife that slices through the animal's dead body. To understand Ennis you need to see that a certain way of squaring the shoulders and a reliance on very few words could make the difference between being hung dead on a barbed wire fence and surviving until cancer gets you. To understand Ennis you need to see why he lifts his hand against his wife. The blood on their shirts is the blood they shed so that they would be taken for men, not queers. And the same blood marked the unspoken oath that both swore as they began their retreat from Brokeback Mountain.