As the whale
said to the herring, You call that a fin?
Movies and
books seem not to end anymore; they just stop. Maybe it’s the same reason
poetry doesn’t rhyme….because life doesn’t either and it keeps going on.
When asked to
describe his style John Coltrane said he starts in the middle of a sentence and works his way in both directions at
once. I sort of get that.
Irresolution is
all the rage. The reader or viewer is left to imagine the possibility of
multiple endings. The faint of heart who can’t handle the maelstrom of being
deposited in that land of uncertainty can always turn to the comfort of a
football game which demands a finality in sudden death overtime.
In defense of
endings what would a joke be without a punchline? Two favorites that come to
mind are, So where’s the toast? and My wife is from Minsk. (For 11 cents I'll tell you the rest of it.)
The pendulum
swings between art and artifice. Lovers of classical forms such as opera, 19th
century literature and deathbed scenes in movies are comfortable with artifice.
Be it happily ever after or when the bad guy falls from the rafters in an
abandoned warehouse on the other side of town.
My preference
swings back and forth. I like a minor key, understated epiphany. No
grandiosity. Just an aha. I’ve been conditioned by stories that constantly ask…and
then what. Samuel Clemens has Huck Finn’s last sentence, But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead the rest.
Because Aunt Sally she’s going to adopt me and civilize me and I can’t stand
it. I’ve been there before. This strikes me as both conclusive yet open as
can be.
Fitzgerald told
his tale of Gatsby and ended it perfectly with, So we beat on, boats against the current born back ceaselessly into the
past. Of course this becomes more profound as one has a past to reference.
When you’re 18 it doesn’t work so well.
The
indifference to conventional endings not only subordinates a wrapping up of
conflict but also shows an indifference to plot itself. A recently watched
Italian film, The Dinner, ends with a
screeching car off camera and then the screen goes black. We are left to write
our own finale or better yet return to explore the beginning and middle of the
narrative to feel the impact of what was intended.
Oh Mama, can
this really be the end / To be stuck inside of Mobile / With the Memphis blues
again. (Bob Dylan) or as Herman Mankiewicz put it, when he was in New York, Oh, to be back in Hollywood, wishing I was
back in New York.
Maybe that is
our lot, having been expelled from the garden, always a bit out of place longing
for home. The story is without end. But the real point I want to make is…..
Or as Jean Luc Godard said in answer to the exasperated question: "But you must admit that every movie must have a beginning, middle and end?"
ReplyDelete"Yes, but no necessarily in that order!"