I finally watched it last night. Great movie, right up until the last 20 minutes or so. Of course, just about everyone says that.
The funny thing to me about movies, and in this case, the book that they are sometimes based on, is that they are meant to tell a story. A good story, a bad story - it doesn’t really matter. Just tell the story and make sure it’s one worth telling. I don’t want to know about your trip to the store to buy eggs and milk. I do want to know about that time you got lost in the mountains.
Stories have beginnings, middles, and ends. Most of the time. In this case, one of the three just wasn’t really there.
I don’t mind being led to draw my own conclusions. But damnit, give me some more threads to tie together so I feel this wasn’t one of those eggs and milk stories. I liked this movie too much to hate how it ended.
