LIVE BLOG: BROKEBACK

I am live-blogging Brokeback Mountain which I am now watching for the first time. IN particular, as a Wyoming native, I will be addressing issues of accuracy.
Six minutes in, I would like to say: the shots of the sky and flat plains are wildly accurate – I honestly didn’t know you could capture the vast expanse of my homestate so properly on film, but I am pleasantly surprised. But the worker guy? His talking is way off. He talks too fast and too Southern, for one, and all his quippy shit – what is he, Sawyer from lost? J-Gyll and Heath haven’t said anything yet. RIP Heath.
7:42: Heath and J-Gyll are now talking. Heath sounds like he actually had a conversation with a person from Wyoming – his accent and manner of speaking and stoic sullenness (it’s not just a myth; real cowboys are wild stoic and sullen) is really good. Jake sounds like Donnie Darko from Texas – like Southern, but also sort of “from the Valley.”
7:52: Actually the reason Heath’s accent is so good so far is that he talks like he has some chaw in his lower lip, and he might. SO Wyo.
8: sidebar: my last name is shepherd, but my whole family worked on the railroad, and to my knowledge our immediate ancestors never owned sheep. Well actually my grandma’s dad had a ranch (“La Primavera”) in Leon, Guanajuato, MX where maybe there were sheep but he got killed in the Mexican revolution when my grandma was just a little girl and the Mexican gov’t took his land and/or any livestock he may have owned.
Sidebar two: there was actually a myth, perhaps true?, that tucking your jeans into your cowboy boots was on-the-books illegal in Wyoming because cowboys, all alone up there, would stick sheep’s legs into their boots and fuck em. I have no idea if this is true – it was a popularly circulated meme in my high school, along with “oral sex is illegal” – but, um, EW.
23:00: Rodeo cowboys are indeed fuckups, word to Larry Mc Murtry.
24:00 I adore Gustavo Santoalalla, but whoever put a little lute tweak from his score right after Heath’s line “You might be a sinner but I ain’t yet had the opportunity,” well… I guess there is a reason this fine art classic is considered high sardonic camp in some circles.