I finally saw it this past weekend. No, not in the little redneck burg where I live. I was holding up pretty well until one particular scene: where Ennis finds his and Jack's blood-stained shirts hanging together on the same hanger in Jack's closet. That was when I lost it and started bawling like a baby. I was not alone: I heard sobs on every side of me. What angered me is not what might've been, but what couldn't have been because of the considerable consequences. We know that the explanation of Jack's death that his wife related to Ennis was not the real story: the scenario in Ennis's mind tells us that. And we know why Jack was killed. Ennis did have one saving grace: he didn't try to pretend that the love he and Jack felt for each other wasn't real. He couldn't ever really come to terms with his sexuality, but at least he recognised the affair for what it was. For both of them, it was about love and closeness, not about the sex. A couple of my gay friends really didn't like it: they say that it moved too slowly and it was too predictable. I, on the other hand, witnessed a powerful and moving film that deserves the accolades it's receiving. I would recommend it to all my friends. It's not a 'gay movie': it's a story of love and how it can affect one's life profoundly.