One Paragraph Movie Review: Brokeback Mountain

Sixty-fourth film: Brokeback Mountain.
This is a perfect, perfect film, and I will never not be devastated by it. There’s not a single flaw in anyone’s astounding acting, and even though the scenery, love scenes, wardrobe, and authentic, utterly recognisable emotions and confusions are all incredible, there’s one bit that’s completely perfect. When Jack’s mother sees that Ennis is holding Jack’s shirt and gives him a little nod, I die and am dead forever. All she cares about is that Jack loved and was loved in return, and maybe that she’s finally getting two gross partially blood-soaked shirts out of her house. I wish I knew how to quit crying. Five outstanding rodeo moustaches out of five.