Brokeback Mountain

Brokeback Mountain is a fantastic and moving film. All the good things you’ve heard about it are pretty much correct.

There is one annoying problem though – the ageing make-up is appalling.

It’s so annoying to be brought up short from an engaging drama, because you can see the join on Heath Ledger’s sideburns. The insatiable urge to reach up and stick them down better, was a bit like being faced with a badly hung picture in a posh restaurant that you dying to straighten up. An itch you just can’t scratch (well ok maybe it’s just me that hates wonky pictures, but you know what I mean).

Worse still though was the ‘transformation’ treatment given to Jake Gyllenhall. It just didn’t work and you’re left woefully aware that there is a ‘younger man inside trying to get out’.

Other than the poor decision on behalf of the producers not to fire the make-up artist, it’s a great film.

But hey, gay cowboys…what’s not to like?

Post film we head to Rusholme for a curry. I automatically head for the Punjab, forgetting that IM isn’t quite a member of the “why go anywhere else” school just yet.

But hey, great food, pseudo abuse from the staff, Punky penguin desserts…what’s not to like?