Cowboy Junction (2006) watch online HD

Did I miss something....because the review by NormaDesmond69 must be about a different picture....

The main problem here....as is so often the case with 'indie' movies, is that the key creative responsibilities such as producing, writing, directing and playing the lead get filled by one person, the one who had the 'vision' for the movie.... in this scenario the ability for real objectivity becomes lost as that individual is far too close to the project.... the reality with this film is that the story was not strong to begin with and judging from the credits, there appears to be no one adding perspective or any objective input... I would suggest the picture was in trouble before principal photography even begun.

Clearly though, James Michael Bobby was the absolute saving grace in what would have been an otherwise dire and unwatchable movie. Contrary to other views, I would argue that he totally pulled his weight and did exactly what his character was supposed to do, be menacing, vulnerable and the catalyst for action at a turning/breaking point in a deeply dull and empty marriage (frankly I would have turned gay had I been married to that dreary, needy woman)...I don't agree with anyone who thought that Gregory Christian delivered anything more than a lack lustre energy-less performance in a highly confusing, self-indulgent, yet ultimately predictable storyline for the genre.

In Sunset Boulevard, the 'real' Norma Desmond said, "We didn't need dialogue. We had faces!" Sadly in this case NormaDesmond69 seems to have missed the irony that in 'Cowboy Junction' they had neither !

I also saw this movie at a film festival in Philadelphia. I knew it was going to be bad when the presenter of the film described it as a "guilty pleasure." To me, a guilty pleasure is some awful movie you sit through just because one of the performers is hot. And I guess that's what happened here, except I didn't even really find the cowboy to be that hot with his fake southern accent. I think both he and the actress who played the wife are decent actors, but any actor, good or bad, would choke on the lines these poor actors were given... I wanted to walk out but had made the mistake of sitting in the middle of the row, and so to be polite to my neighbors, I sat through it all. As if the directing, writing, acting, music, sets, lighting, and cinematography all were not bad enough, this film actually adds insult to injury by introducing an unnecessary plot detail in the final moments that makes the already flimsy plot absolutely incomprehensible. Best I can say about this is that if you're in the mood for a stunningly amateur movie, this could be fun to mock, if you're not trapped in a darkened theater where you're expected to be respectful.

Oh Lord...haven't we had enough??? Another predictable, stereotypical "gay" movie. Admittedly I was expecting much more from this film, based on the plot summary on the DVD case. What I experienced was a slow, painful-to-watch piece of drivel that I just couldn't wait for to end. Fortunately the film was mercifully short, and I was left with "huh???" The hit-and-run plot was so thin it was practically invisible. Couldn't they at least have provided some backstory as to why the cowboy was so distraught over the death of this unseen "boyfriend"? This movie was nothing more than the worst of the worse in soft porn, with the physical attributes of the cowboy being the only thing that this movie has to offer. NEXT!!!

I enjoyed Cowboy Junction so much that I told all my friends about it. For a low Budget indie film I very impressed. Gregory Christian did a wonderful job portraying the troubled mind of a gay man and his lover. Everybody sees the title and thinks "Brokeback Mountain' Well think again. The actors and actresses that Christian casts did a wonderful job. Indie films amaze me with their low budgets, no-name actors, actresses etc. and this film is another that surprised me. I went into it not really expecting much but came out of it pleasantly surprised. I even cried a little. I give this film 2 thumbs up...it was fantastic and I would recommend it to anyone who really likes indie films.

This film is set in a surreal landscape where hustlers sell themselves in a desert wasteland and an estranged straight couple keep a houseboy in a cramped and garish L.A. tract house. Perhaps these sparse locales were originally chosen due to budget constraints, but nonetheless, they serve to deliver the viewer from mundane normalcy into a Lynchian dreamworld of subconscious emotion and symbolism.

Though the plot is vague and the characterizations sketchy (probably intentionally so) the strength of the film is the passionate and confused erotic and emotional intensity that is maintained throughout.

The two final scenes (climax and denouement) are surprising but also come off as forced and gimmicky. In my opinion a preferable ending is the one shown in the 'deleted scene' section of the DVD.

This movie was a breath of fresh air and was not like most of the trite and fluffy "boy meets boy" movies that saturate the gay movie genre. Sure, it's kind of erotic and has the obligatory eye-candy but what really struck me about it was the dynamics between the characters of the husband and wife. I was in a relationship very similar to theirs and I appreciated the jokes that lightened their sad story. I thought those two did an awesome job and, being a performer myself, I know how hard it is to play material that is so layered like that. At times, it felt like a dark David Lynch flick and then it switched gears into classic Hollywood melodrama. Either way, it worked and buying the video was definitely worth it. Plus, it's got so many classic one-liners that it's very tongue-in-cheek kind of like "Desperate Housewives" is. My friends and I have already set up a viewing party!

This movie is a rather quaint combination of a very thin plot idea stretched way too far and the seldomly successful occurrence of the writer, the producer, the director and one of the main characters being the same person, in this case Gregory Christian. Now sometimes people get away with doing that, but through watching "Cowboy Junction" I think it is obvious that Gregory Christian would have more than just a hard time getting the opportunity to do any of those four jobs in anything but a very low budgeted indie for the simple reason that he does not show mentionable talent in any of the four fields of work! To be fair Gregory Christian was not the only bad thing that happened to this movie (all though he happened a lot) the other two principal actors are not much better although James Michael Bobby compensates greatly for lack of acting skills by his very good looks and sexy/charming smile! The plot in it self is so thin that it didn't take too long to figure out the "big secret" that "turns out" to be pivotal to the plot towards the end! Another disappointment to me was that the sex scenes weren't even that good for a movie that tries to play the sexual notes. I would actually go as far as to say that the best thing about this movie was the music, and the music wasn't even that good!!!

I caught this movie at Laemmle Sunset 5 for a limited screening. Cowboy Junction was an intriguing piece of independent film making. I personally enjoyed the fact if felt like a play. I also found the moments of humor worked really well. I've seen a decent amount of indie films and this movie ain't bad for a first time. There were quite a few allusions to other cinema, which I didn't get, but the friend I went with did.

I did have some issues with it, however. I didn't think the Cowboy's accent worked and I thought the end music was too dark. I mean, it ends on a happy note, depending on your perspective. That's just me.

I read some of these negative reviews and I just thought I'd put in my 2 cents. I don't really comment on these things, so sue me.

Just rented this from the store, and I didn't really know what to expect...I don't really rent these "independent" pictures. But I was putting on my spurs and getting ready to water the flowers by the end. It was an impressively gripping and moving "classic melodrama", with acting turns that you just wouldn't expect from the genre! The impression that I got was that it was going to capitalize on Brokeback Mountain, but the plot and narrative were fresh and focused: The story of husband and wife at odds with nature (and earthly temptation) had me engaged and moved. Gregory Christian was a strong and commanding lead (a real man), and I really felt sorry for the faithful wife (Elyse Mirto). The Cowboy (James Michael Bobby) was impish at best, but I feel he did not pull his weight in what was otherwise a stellar ensemble. He would have been more believable were his accent sustained through the scenes. The production was handsomely tailored to the budget, making it a classy parlor room suspense thriller that delivered with effective directing and cutting dialogue. A shot out of the corral for all orientations, Cowboy Junction is a must!

What a wonderful little indie! I bought this film not knowing what to expect. The cover with the husband and wife looming ominously in the background as the cute cowboy looks down is what attracted me to it. So, after MULTIPLE viewings, I have to say (to quote another comment on here) that "this film rocks!" It is such a twisted little study in the human psyche and what makes the characters compelling is that they are NOT one-dimensional and do not do what you would normally expect. They're not perfect just like in life. The storyline kept me glued to the edge of my seat as I realized in the second time I watched it that the script gives away little clues from the beginning that would help you solve the mystery that looms over this tragic trio. The acting was very competent and the two guys were very handsome in very different ways; the husband was the older, button-up, business type while the cowboy was cute in a very elf-like kind of way. The wife also gave an outstanding performance as a pill-popping, sex-craved, nut who couldn't put two and two together if her life depended on it. All in all, a great effort and a worthy addition to any film collection.

As with Streetcar Named Desire, I've seen this twice now, and still can't say I'd recommend it, except for James Michael Bobby (the Cowboy) as its seductive, off-kilter Blanche Dubois. Whether he's pursuing his fate by lolling, cavorting, or chopping wood in desert heat, the Cowboy is an odd, heartfelt portrayal of a tender, lost boy on the edge of crazy, especially in scenes with Elyse Mirto as the crazy, lost Mrs. who's still tender, despite being crazed by Gregory Christian as her manipulative, cowardly, deceitful Hubby (imagine Jeff Goldblum without charm).

Still, the second time I watched it I rewound the last 5 minutes and finally figured out that this is a fairy tale right from the opening scene, where a hustler lets us know that money can't buy him. Since the entire show could be put on under a big tree in the back yard, the words matter most here, so that the performances have characters to inhabit in telling their story. But the story settles for the tinsel of a fairy tale rather than their timeless truths, sometimes dark, that make the great ones memorable.

Dialogue develops the role of the Mrs. as a woman who's been cruelly convinced it's her fault she's been denied even affection for the last year, doing her best to set things right. Her fantasy is that things ever were. The script is good in showing that Hubby, who calls her a bitch at her least expression of frustration, does so as a cruel excuse for his stunted humanity. Hubby's fantasy is that he can stuff married respectability down his wife's throat and still have a piece of its expected decency to tempt the Cowboy. But rather than tempt, taunt, and twist, as Hubby is clearly born to do, he's rushed by the author's fantasy into surrendering to the Cowboy, who's wish for a fateful, fairy tale romance is at least granted in a fairy tale's traditional trickster manner.

Too bad this surrender to tinsel rather than truth slams the door on the potential dynamics for tragic tension, leaving a melodrama limply collapsed like the deflated bosom of a disheveled belle in a dim parlor, teasing her damp wrist with a letter opener.