Medium Happiness

If for some reason you have the Lakers v Nuggets game 6 set to record and/or you haven’t seen the movie Drag Me To Hell yet then SPOILER ALERT, don’t read any further. Quickly, I’ll mention that after a valiant run against the Lakers the Nuggets are going out fecklessly and unceremoniously in game 6.  A bad ending, as far as sports go.

Ok. Now for Drag Me To Hell.

As someone who has been dabbling–as they say–in screenwriting for the past year, I can rightfully tell you that ending a story is incredibly hard. Even with stories that are only half finished (like all of mine) just thinking about the ending can totally steam your brain. But that’s part of what sets a good writer apart from a bad one; the ability to end your story interstingly, regardless of how you see fit. Back to my screenwriting thing. While my scripts aren’t finished, I do spend a lot of time thinking about how to end the stories…with punch. But then I go and see a movie like Drag Me To Hell, which has gotten completely fellated by the film cognisenti, and see that the writer ( I assume) totally ended the story with a lame copout. I estimate 1 of 2 things happened. One, the writer was established enough that he or she could get away with selling a story that was kind of half baked. This, though, would eventually wreck your career, I’d imagine. Or, two, the hook and concept of the movie was determined to have major box office potential. In wich case, they were given some leniency when it came to shortcomings in the story. I’m not saying a story can be bad, but I do think that when you’ve got movies like Paul Bart Mall Cop whatever the fuck coming out, it can cause an unproven screenwriter like me to question the time they’re putting into developing (I hate myself for saying this) craft.

Whatever. I’ve had a bit too much beer. If you’re still reading, then tough shit, ’cause there ain’t no ending.

Here. Enjoy this. My golf swing.