Jake Gyllenhaal took home two well-deserved MTV Movie awards Saturday, June 3rd, 2006 – one for “Best movie kiss,” which he shared with Heath Ledger, and the other for “Best Performance.”
Based on the movie and Annie Proulx’s story, the scene played out like this:
The day was hot and clear in the morning, but by noon the clouds had pushed up out of the west, rolling a little sultry air before them. Ennis, wearing his best shirt, and clean jeans, had taken the day off, pacing with a beer back and forth, looking down into a pale with dust rear parking lot from his second floor window. Alma was saying something about taking his friend to the Knife and Fork for supper instead of cooking, it was so hot, if they could get a babysitter. But Ennis said more than likely he’d just go out with Jack and get drunk and that Jack wasn’t a restaurant type.
Nervous with anticipation, Ennis sat at the window playing with his lighter and chain-smoking, knowing, but not knowing why he wished Jack would hurry and arrive. Alma busied herself feeding the kids, trying to figure out what Ennis was so anxious about. She’d never seen her normally stoic husband act like this about anybody. Late in the afternoon, thunder growling, a new red and white Ford pickup rolled in and he saw Jack get out of it. A hot jolt scalded Ennis and he was out on the landing pulling the door closed behind him.
Jack looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear.
Ennis just glowed with joy. From the top of the landing he gushed out, “Jack Fucking Twist!” and bounded down the steps two at a time as Jack met him halfway across the lot in front of the girls’ new swing set.
They seized each other by the shoulders, hugged mightily, squeezing the breath out of each other, saying, “Son of a bitch, son of a bitch.” Ennis nervously looked around, weary of who might see, and grabbed him, pushing him backwards ten feet, throwing him against the back wall of the Laundromat at the foot of the neighbor’s stairs, within a little hidden staircase, at the foot of their own leading up in the opposite direction. As easily as the right key turns the lock tumblers, their mouths came together and hard, Jack’s teeth bringing blood, his hat falling to the ground, stubble rasping, wet saliva welling.
Jack’s trembling fingers gathered in Ennis’ shirt’s shoulders, grabbed them, pushing roughly, and pinned Ennis against the opposite privacy wall, crushing him against it, and returned the kiss.
In the flash of a moment, the years vanished, and their pent-up emotions spilled out as their lips locked and relocked repeatedly, each running their fingers through the other’s hair, and trying to climb into each other’s clothes. It was the goodbye kiss they’d wished they’d shared back then, but couldn’t.
Their bodies and breath trembled as they clutched each other more and more tightly. Above them the door opened and Alma looked out for a few seconds at Ennis’ straining shoulders, and the passion in Jack’s searching arms as they explored her husband’s body holding him so close. She went into a sort of shock at the sight of them holding a fiery kiss, not believing what she was seeing. It was something she never even had imagined or heard of.
Hurt shattered her, as she watched Ennis show a wanting for someone that he’d never even come close to showing for her. Shutting the door, she began crying, choking down blurred questions, and being unable to answer any of them.
Without knowing what had just happened above them, the two men clinched, pressing chest and groin and thigh and leg together, treading on each other’s toes until they pulled apart to breathe and Ennis, not big on endearments, said what he said to his horses and daughters, “Little darlin’.”
He looked carefully around the little wall hiding the stairwell where they hoped they were safe from view, and breathed a sigh of relief that no one had seen or heard. They exchanged a look that ended the passion and they immediately began straightening their clothes, combing their hair with their fingers to straighten it. Ennis bent over, picked up Jack’s hat, and as he handed it to him, gestured with his head up his own set of stairs to their apartment.Powered by Sidelines