![]() But on the film's ten-year anniversary, I revisited The Wrestler and was reminded of the magic of a story that not only ends, but ends after the movie cuts to black. (The biggest movie of the year, Avengers: Infinity War, is half a story.) This is fine, events are fun, and I love a good superhero flick as much as the next dweeb. ![]() ![]() In a Marvel-dominated pop culture economy it so often feels like you're watching an extended preview for the next thing, where even the end-credits are interrupted with promises of more story down the road. I love endings, live for a great movie ending, which is hard in a time when major movies don't want to end. When a movie feels truly alive, you know that the story goes on after the credits roll, even if you're not allowed to see it. We airdrop into these characters' lives for two-ish hours and then we're booted back out again, leaving them alone to live, and die, and eat, and fuck, and whatever it is they do without us gawking at them through the screen. The beautiful thing about film is that it's a brief window into another world. Darren Aronofsky's 2008 film The Wrestler, released ten years ago today, has my favorite ending of all time because we, the audience, are not around to see it end.
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