First I want to present a comment someone left earlier this month on an article I wrote about the ending of Joe Carnahan’s The Grey.
I hate endings like this. Yes, the artsy hipsters and “film critics” will love it, because it’s complex and ambiguous. Great fodder for a post-movie analysis at Starbucks over some lattes. But, I don’t pay to go see a movie that I later have to think about and ponder over. I pay to have a good time and reach a decent conclusion. This movie was like having sex with a prostitute who leaves right before you climax and then says “Well, it’s about the journey.”
NO! Movies are not about the journey; they are decisively about the ending. The ending must be clear. Screw this director.
Now here’s a video of Terry Gilliam discussing what makes a great filmmaker by comparing Steven Spielberg and Stanley Kubrick.
SIDE NOTE: I wonder what Carnahan would think if he found out watching The Grey was like getting blue-balled by a prostitute. Would be one hell of a way to kick off an interview.
Also, why a prostitute? Because you have to pay a prostitute and you pay for a movie? Is that it? My mind just doesn’t go there, but whatever.
