Mamacita says: My nerves can’t take a movie with a bad ending. It’s to the point that I will usually check out the ending online before I go to the theater rather than chance another notch on my “bad ending” belt.
What constitutes a bad ending? An ending wherein every possible plot isn’t resolved to my satisfaction. An ending wherein someone awakens from a dream. An ending wherein all the wrong people end up together. An ending wherein the bad people win. An ending that isn’t an ending at all – unless it’s a movie version of a beloved book series that is too long and complicated to be completed in only one movie. There are many possible bad endings, and they are all a matter of opinion. My opinion. In case you were looking for some kind of logic here, there isn’t any. My blog – my opinion. Works for me.
There is a point of origin to this madness, of course.
Several years ago, I had the misfortune to see three movies in one week, all of which had a bad ending. The first one made me lean back in my chair and go “Oh NOOOOOOO.” The second one made me lean back in my chair and go “Oh SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT, not AGAAAAAAAAIN.”
The third one traumatized me to the point that I’m now Movie Spoilers‘ most frequent flyer. I just can’t deal with bad endings. I can’t do it. I don’t WANT to do it. You’re not my mother and you can’t make me. (Mom, if you’re reading this, I don’t live with you any more and you can’t make me do ANYTHING now, and I know you’re not going to guilt me into watching a movie.)
I also can’t deal with non-super-hero violence, gore, gratuitous blood and guts, intense suspense, police drama, criminals, kidnappers, torture, and murder. In other words, I don’t go to the movies much any more.
I still have nightmares about movies or TV shows I saw thirty years ago. I am still trying to rewrite, in my head, every movie with a bad ending that I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t help that I tend to insert myself into every book I read and every movie or TV show I watch or have ever watched.
I’m normal. Shut up.