Where's My Home At The End of the World?

Well, it's a snowy, cold Wednesday night in a quiet DC suburb...the night before the Innauguration of the 2nd term of the worst president this country has ever had.

What is a 32 year old single democrat gay man, that's feeling just a tad lonely in the world supposed to do?

He's supposed to cuddle on his futon and watch a movie that'll make him cry on cable TV.

I knew I had ordered COMCAST On Demand for a reason. The reason was I was supposed to watch A Home At The End of the World, a stunning 2004 film, directed by Michael Mayer, starring Collin Farrell, Sissy Spacek, Robin Wright Penn and Dallas Roberts. What a great film!

Just when I was thinking how I could describe this film, and how it touched me so, I read a perfect summation of it on Amazon.com. A reviewer writes:

This is a beautiful movie but I'll start by saying that those with inflexible or rigid parameters of morality and black and white notions of "right and wrong" will most likely find the movie to be very threatening and disturbing. For those with more of an open mind and those who are able to view all the colors in the spectrum of life, this is a beautiful and emotionally moving film. The movie uses three main characters to illustrate the complexity of love, loss and all the other sometimes puzzling aspects of human relationships. It's a vivid illustration of the confusing and complicated nature of genuine and unconditional love and all it's implications in a society obsessed with labels and categorization. Dallas Roberts and Robin Penn give noteworthy acting performances and Sissy Spacek also gives a spectacular performance as an unconditionally loving mother. Colin Farrell, however, gives a superior performance, in his portrayal of a young man transformed by a series of great losses. His charismatic and seemingly innocent character does a great job at invoking both sympathy and frustration in some of the characters and the audience watching this movie. The story spans a few decades from the late 60's to what seemed to be the early 80's and the soundtrack does a stellar job at setting the mood for the first two. A great job in casting was also done as both of the kids really looked like young versions of the adult actors. Director Michael Mayer makes it clear that home really is, where the heart is. -signed Darren, NJ

What a perfect way to describe this film and the wonderful performances in it. It's truly a wonderful little piece of work that deserved more attention when it came out last year, but as always, it's not an easy sell at the local multiplex, so it was lost in the shuffle. Sad, because it truly is a great film.

It really made me think about the stupid parameters that society imposes on us, and the ridiculous "rules" that are foisted on human beings in order to maintain some sort of "morality". What a crock! And usually the people doing the imposing, are the biggest perverts out there..which is why they think some order has to be established, lest they all go hog wild swinging from the proverbial chandelier.

I can only imagine the hundreds of gay men that are happily flocking to the many Innaugural Balls being held tonight and tomorrow in our lovely Nation's capital, honoring a man (if we can call him a man), who used this country's hatred of gay people to further his cause, to win his re-election. I wonder if these gay men have any idea how disgusting their act of supporting this administration is? I wonder if they stop to think how truly pathetic they are? How can they hate themselves so much? How can they send such a message of self-loathing to the younger generations of gay men that are to follow?

I am not a religious person, but tonight, I will say a little prayer (I guess I can stomach it by phrasing it as a Hal David lyric.."I say a little prayer for you...") for these sad men. These gay men who live so entrenched in a societal closet...who are so desperate to "fit in", they will betray their own kind and trade on our rights for their power. It makes me sick to my stomach.

God Bless America tomorrow...may we survive another 4 years of abuse, torture and mistreatment by this Monkey and his cronies, by this unfettered cartel, who feels entitled and totally guiltless...and I'm not talking about Abu Ghraib. I'm talking about middle america. Ohio. Oklahoma and yes, Texas. We've all been molested by these people. And how did we respond? We gave them 4 more years of abuse privileges.

And now, now, the Democrats think they can "act tough", by making a few waves for Condie Rice's confirmation hearings. I'm just as sickened by Boxer and Kerry and Biden as I am by Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld. Shame! Shame! Shame! Where was this "fighting spirit" in November?

So, if anything, this film, A Home At The End of the World, tells a story that needs to be told. Not everyone fits the mold...not everyone is Apple Pie and Texas Two Step and SUVs...and you know what...we are Americans TOO, dammit!