P.S. — “Brokeback Mountain”

Issue: “Brokeback Mountain.”

Review: I just got a report back from a Berry Picker who was dragged by his wife to the gay shepherd movie, “Brokeback Mountain,” at the Regal Cinema Sunday. Packed house, both Saturday and Sunday. Great scenery. At least a half hour too long. Only one scene in which the audience sucked in its collective breath, according to the Berry Picker — when Heath Ledger unbuckles his belt in the process of, ah, consummating his love for bent-over fellow sheepherder Jake Gyllenhaal. (But no one walked out.) Other than that, the BP said, it was decent acting and pretty scenery. And wouldn’t have been a big deal at all if a man and a woman had been involved.

DFO: Sorry, Hoss, I’m not going to see it. Besides, I’d never hear the end of it from my brother-in-law, who is a bonafide bronco-busting cowboy from eastern Montana, not a celluloid wannabe hired hand like Ledger and Gyllenhaal. I’d rather remember Ledger in “A Knight’s Tale” or portraying Mel Gibson’s son in “The Patriot.” Chick flicks are bad enough. But a chick flick featuring dudes is worse. Give me “King Kong,” “Lord of the Rings 2” or even “Indiana Jones” any day.

Question: Are you going to see/have seen “Brokeback Mountain”?