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Wed, 24 Jul 2002 22:46:12
I've noticed that I hate endings, that I'm disappointed in them far more often than I am in middles, beginnings.
I almost always question the decision the writer, the filmmaker, the what? Creator? made.
I always feel that I would have done it differently myself.
Of course, if I feel that way that means that I had some investment in the work to begin with, that I felt something, or thought something, or . . .
except for mysteries.
In which case I almost always read the ending first and then work back from there.
There are so many risks involved in ending. Sentimentality, callousness, cruelty, bad puns, cuteness . . .
the end rarely justifies the means. or rather the means are dissatisfied by their destination.
Who remembers anything about the horsemen of the apocalypse except that there were four of them and that they rode horses? I certainly don't remember.