Brokeback Mountain got me good

So we went to see Brokeback at the Lagoon today, and WHY DIDN'T FUCKERS TELL ME IT WOULD BE LIKE THAT? I've been nursing an indescribable ache for hours now, and I'm not referring to anything sexual. This movie knocked me right on my ass. Seriously, I'm stunned. This was supposed to be a vaguely snarkworthy, obnoxiously precious homoerotic indie, not...whatever it was I just saw. I came to gawk at pretty cowboys, not get emotionally battered. I don't know why I'm so shaken, but it won't stop. Best movie of the year, hands down.

Jonny remains unaffected, and I told him he's lucky.