“It seems that in the very, very serious and critical things in life, one is absolutely alone. People kind of trundle through life with this very merry idea that they’re not alone. And because they have a partner and because they marry or have these supposedly concrete relationships, they are not alone, and there’s another person with whom they can share everything, that there are always these two people in this mystical communion. But I think that it’s somewhat of a lie, and I think that even though the world is frenetically overpopulated, people are still quite profoundly isolated.”—Morrissey (1984)
The thing is, I STILL like the epilogue. I was mulling it over again today, and I think I’ve figured out why. People tend to hate the epilogue because it’s cheesy, I guess, but also because it takes away a lot of their fanfic license (if you can say such a thing)—it decides things they’d rather decide for themselves, and differently. But to me, at the end of this movie, it wasn’t really about the main characters’ futures and how many kids they had and what they named them and which ones got the red hair. It was about us.