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I never believed that I would live to see the depiction of a heart-rending gay-men based passionate,doomed love story - and yet this is what the director Ang Lee and the superlative cast have gifted to me.

The intense, frustrated yet uniquely fulfilled selfless love of Jack Twist for Ennis Del Mar nailed me to my seat. Ang Lee's direction is faultless as are all the performances, including all supporting roles, and particularly the depiction towards the end of the film of Jack Twist's knowing, loving mother.

Heath Ledger's Ennis collapses in seismic passion because of his inability to absorb the depth and beauty of Jack Twist's love for him - and while the review I read of Heath Ledger's portrayal deservedly hailed Ledger, for me it was Jake Gyllenhall's performance as Jack Twist that propelled the movie.

I recommend viewers to read Stephen Holden's review in The New York Times, available on line. And while I rarely write reviews, I am doing so now as an act of homage to those who created this remarkable film.

My comments here tend to be Misremembrances of things past. I know I saw "Becket" decades ago while I must have been suffering from a periodic bout of reviling Richard Burton. Having recently seen "Cleopatra" again, I will forgive myself. Still, there are movies that I've enjoyed - "The Spy Who Came in from the Cold" and "The Night of the Iguana", to name 2 - so I thought I'd give "Becket" another try.

Historical movies are among my favorites, although the IMDB parameter of not spoiling restricts me from discussing plot. But this is a movie that made me click on here to see who directed it...since directing Burton and O'Toole must have been like being a meterologist tracking a tornado and a hurricane. Their synergy is astounding...but whereas O'Toole launches himself on occassion into a thespian stratosphere it is Burton's performance that is incandescent. There are scenes..."inner monologues" - queries to God, where the ribald Burton is transformed into a man illuminated by a spiritual puzzle - he cannot believe that he is becoming who he is becoming - and it is Burton's challenge to share that bewilderment with us.

Well, I'm comforted that I can now stretch the glory days of historical film-making at least to "Becket." Any film in which John Gielgud, Martita Hunt, Felix Aylmer and Pamela Brown are "supporting" - how do I put it, "supporting" performances such as these are most other actors' triumphs. The costumes and sets are sumptous. Finis.

I am clueless as to how this movie has failed to become one of the great cult classics. Yes, of course, the plot is pitiful...combination of State of the Union meets Stella Dallas meets Sadie Thompson...but my God, the dialogue!

Joan Crawford - truly an amazing actress. If there's a heaven and she's in it and I make it there, I'll be acolyte in her heavenly choir. In this one, she looks like she's about to be torn to pieces by the centrifugal forces of her conflicting character. She's part Great Lady of the American theaTRE, movie version, with an accent that must be part Mount Holyoke mixed with Bryn Mawr mixed with Locust Valley Lockjaw...so how this dame is working as a carny girl at the tender age of 45 is quite the sight to behold. And then there's Gladys George...the type of older character actress that I suppose only the Depression-era movie studio system could produce...she's seen everything and done everything twice, and still has time to get her hair peroxided and permed. And finally - Sydney Greenstreet - of course - he is awesome in everything I've seen him in...but the look on his face when Joan utters the deathless line I've just tried to quote above...well, anyway...forget plot, just sit back and enjoy mid-20th century glossy-film-noir with Joan lit from angles that would put De la Tour to shame. a fan.