Couple of things I noticed. Firstly, Heath adopted a very Billy Bob Thornton way of speaking in this movie. His acting and role were first class, but that voice actually took away something for me.
I thought Jake Googlywhatsit acted his part quite brilliantly.
And the loves scenes I thought were very well done. I loved the wrestling, the roughness of the way they were together (I'm just talking about the hugging and stuff). Men can't be like that with women. If my hubby threw me around like that I'd have to go to a battered wives shelter. But guys 'rough-housing' (is that the American expression?) is really atrractive to watch, like young male animals sparring, or like watching fit guys play sport. So maybe it is a guilty pleasure, but I liked that.
I did find it amusing that being with other women was allowed, but being with another guy caused a jealous rage.
I wonder about Annie Proulx's childhood. It seems to me she must have had a pretty sad upbringing to view love the way she does--I know it is fiction but as a reader I am allowed to wonder out loud :) As a fellow writer I have to mind my own business ;-) So I admired the movie, but I didn't love it, because rather than rising up to the challenges that faced them, the hero, Heath, ran away from the one thing that meant most to him in the whole world.
And I'm ecstatic and amused that Heath found and married his beautiful wife, Michelle Williams while making that movie. A tiny portion of me wonders if he was subconciously reacting to the possible condemnation and negative affect of playing a gay man and dropped lucky in finding the woman of his dreams, literally in his bed.