How dare you dismiss the most influential and most iimportant gay film of our lifetimes?!!!!! Heck, this movie is more important than ANY movie in the entire universe of gay or straight cinema! No other movie will ever have as big a role in defining the gay male sexual/romantic perspective as Brokeback Mountain!

You meany jerk! You just spit blood in the eyes of every gay, lesbian, transexual, bisexual, cross-dressed, non-sexual or pan-sexual person (or non-person if such non-person so wishes to be self-defined; you have to be VERY careful when defining people these days).

Brokeback Mountain is the queer watermark which will set the standard for EVERY other gay movie to follow. Gay movies like Brokeback Mountain are so crucial, so BRAVE, because it's about REAL gay people -- gay cowboys!

Not the "sissified" gays we see on reality TV (or me!) These are sexy gay cowboys that are manly and America can relate to them as they snuggle and smooch in their tent and deal with their boring lives outside of their secret gay, lusty romance. and IT'S A LOVE STORY for crying out loud (with blood in my weeping eyes!)

Heck, even the Village People had a gay cowboy! It's iconic!

Love is something that gays simply can never, never experience. We NEED this movie so we can see what love is. Brokeback Mountian is soooo very important and you gave it a middling review!

Absolutely Fuming and Spitting Tacks!

G. Neil

ANTM has become as predictable and exciting as purchasing tickets from a movie theatre kiosk. From the season premiere showcasing the semi-finalist losers (hello? we know who is going to be on the show already. UPN has them on their websites weeks before the episode broadcasts) to the makeover episode (girls crying cause they get their hair cut and dyed...yawn) to the inevitable eating disorder accusations, Covergirl makeup product placements, catfights or awkward current event discussions (Wendy was a Katrina survivor…then booted from the show, sorry Wendy!), ANTM fancies itself fashionable, but more resembles a tired drag queen in a dress four seasons too old and two sizes too small.

The prior winners know it too. Cycle 4's Naima (poor, poor, bedraggled Naima) showed up to hock Covergirl makeup with the beat-down enthusiasm of a 7-11 night shift cashier. Naima still has those damn sideburns too. Get a mach-five and shave them squirrel tails girlfriend!

The wishy-washy exclusion of genius (author/model) Janice Dickenson has grated on my nerves since she was “removed” from the judging panel. Either leave her in or not at all.

And Tyra. She continues to prove what a boor she is. Last season she effectively kicked a girl off the show cause the girl didn’t want her hair trimmed another inch shorter into a “Mia Farrow” boy-cut. Whatever, whatever, whatever, on both sides of the debate whatever! And, sure enough, Tyra was determined to have a girl with a “Mia Farrow” this cycle, and sure enough she got her demands, and sure enough Ms. Banks spent like three minutes of my time crowing to everyone how she previously didn’t get her way, how she wanted her way, and how she finally got her way. Even with flashbacks of last season’s girl crying and crying. Tyra the brand is a cash cow with shriveling teets. And the louder she moos the less milk she produces. She’s udderly over exposed.

One of the niftiest things taught on America’s Next Top Model was that you can make your top lip look fatter by rolling a little tissue paper and inserting on the gum line. Fun tip, sure. But now, after five full cycles and countless "fierce" poses, all I see is the tissue paper and no smile.

Leather Pants are soooooooo 1999 International Male catalog. And when I read the "M" word (Ends with etrosexual...barf), I knew it was all downhill from there.

Mr. Fancy Pants needs to check the vibes he's sending out to the gay community. You don't need to be placing blame on gays or your slouchy spousy.

A few rules. If you're out with your wife, simply don't go to a gay bar. If you must go to a gay bar, don't accept cocktails from gay couples. If you must accept a cocktail (or six), don't invite the gay couple to your table. If you must invite them, don't feign confusion and disapproval when the gay couple flirts with you. Gay couples are sometimes naughty. Some gay couples (mine included) would flirt with a street sign if there was a chance to booze it up and get it into bed for a threesome.

I'm curious if the letter writer has ever been in a straight bar or club and had the opposite happen to him. He and his wife are sitting at a table and a man (in non-animal hide pants) sends his wife a cocktail assuming the husband is gay.

Would the wife be allowed to boldly accept the drink, invite the stranger to their table and proceed to be wooed? Would she write Cary and blame the unwarranted attention on her K-Mart sweatpants, the heterosexual community, and her gay-dressed husband? Would she secretly relish the attention?

Mister Fancy-Pants, woo your wife and the gays won't woo you.

Casserole as a response to death is a proud southern tradition! Nothing says "sorry someone died" like a casserole! You'll need to gather the nerve to show up, however. Offer your sympathies, drop off a pan of comfort-food sludge (tuna, spam, macaroni, yam, the sympathy casserole are endless) and then skedaddle out of there. For bonus points meekly offer, "call me if there is anything I can do." Buy a disposable, aluminum foil pan and a 99 cent plastic spatula if you want to avoid asking for your cookware back.