Well, we saw Brokeback Mountain, and it wasn't bad. I'll stop calling it A Bunch of Gay Cowboys Eating Pudding because a) They're not really cowboys, they're sheepherders, and b) It's not so much an indie film as it's like The Bridges of Madison County. For gay cowboys.
Seriously, though, the film is very sad because these two men were clearly made for each other but could only be together in rigidly traditional ways: Through sex, fighting, and "fishing trips".