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Yeehaw...

It won. I knew it would. It had to.

I also knew that, despite my disdain for the phrase, it would reappear in papers all over the world this a.m. For example:

"The Australian actor's gay cowboy movie Brokeback Mountain won best film..."-- The Courier Mail (Australia)

"...the gay cowboy movie...now the front-runner in Hollywood's Oscar race."-- Reuters

And not quite as bad:

"The gay cowboy romance wins for best dramatic picture and best director, for Ang Lee."
-- ABC News

Call it whatever you want. It's a winner.
I guess it's "the Golden Globe-winning, Oscar favorite, gay cowboy movie."

I'll drop that issue and start with the next.
Ledger and Williams got robbed. And where are the nominations for Jake Gyllenhaal?

Comments

Brianne said…
Granted I haven't seen the movie. And I haven't seen Walk The Line but I heard it was quite the contender. I think I'll make up my mind after seeing both movies.
Jake Gyllenhaal is so cute. :)

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