Ang Leeâ€™s Brokeback Mountain is a work of artâ€”a lean, spare, unsentimental film suffused with loneliness and longing. That being said, I think the American public will ignore this plaintive love story. Though the Wyoming landscape is gorgeous to look upon (cinematographer Rodrigo Prieto deserves an award from someone), the filmâ€™s episodic structure and the lack of big, sweeping emotional moments (i.e. MAINSTREAM) will limit the filmâ€™s appeal. Admittedly, I walked away from the screening feeling a bit let down. I guess I wanted the Gay Gone With the Wind everyoneâ€™s been hyping. I wanted to feel emotionally drained. Such expectations, however, are not fair. The film is certainly full of big moments and genuine human conflict and there are well-earned laughs throughout. Still, it is far from histrionic and the nature of the story of these two men preclude the kind of fireworks I was expecting. Instead, Brokeback Mountain is a quiet and contemplative film fueled by passive aggression, self-loathing, fear and sadness. I have been haunted by it for the last dozen hours or soâ€”Iâ€™m in a melancholy mood todayâ€”and such a response is due to the filmmakers deep respect for their source material as well as the storyâ€™s contentious subject matter not to mention the heart-wrenching performances of Heath Ledger, Jake Gyllenhaal, Michelle Williams and a memorable supporting turn by â€œFreaks and Geeksâ€ alum Linda Cardellini.