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Sorry, Never Been too good at happy endings.

this morning watching the new film by Spike Jonze, I'm here, at that final critical moment I wondered, how will it end?
It happens many times that, although the film forward, my mind stops and imagines the writer at his desk with papers and disheveled hair, with that bleeding love story between his hands, and getting the same question, how will it end?



Some I already know them. Teachers
melodrama, Douglas Sirk's devotees, I know what love's tragedies, suicides last minute, death at close range, heartbreaking tears, the last breath, weakness of the Bolsheviks. They often want to them.

Others sugar lovers tongue prefer Amélie Nino Quincampoix and be happy forever. Never allow that whoever is the chair out of the room wanting to shoot himself, but quite the contrary. They also like me, somehow.

And then there are the undecided. Those who prefer to cut frames, stop here. The final interrupted, you watch that scene and suddenly a fool puts his head and allow you to see how it all over. The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Clementine and Joel assumption is right, all right, and fade to black. Always a fade to black violent and unexpected, a broken sigh.

And I, who once wanted to be and I was in no, I have nothing to do with these people, but I have memories, and I remember the first story I could write and record, I did the same question again come the end, how will it end?

The story was simple: boy loses girl, girl returns repentant boy is not home, and as is well known in the film, was not home at the right time means losing your last chance forever. I recorded a happy ending. He ran to the door and finally found a short behind all disagreements.
But when I got to ride it, what do I know, I was sad, I wanted to love and love, so I got a fade to black of these violent and unexpected eliminating all that and staying with the bitter. Were not home, fuck you, you lost forever.

In one of the many revisions before final assembly, someone, I think David Oliva, realized one thing. In the last scene, just before the fade to black, you could feel the boy, blue, run out the door to look. I was funny and finally, was what made me happier: I had no choice. It was a sad ending, not happy, people could choose what he wanted to imagine that happening then construct their own history. Choose between receiving or not this guy running behind the door and change everything completely. Choose between seeing and looking, as usual.