When I invest two hours in a movie, I feel ripped off by an ambiguous ending. It’s like climbing a mountain and snapping your ankle right before the summit.
Shutter Island did this to me. Two hours of my life. Two hours of me sitting on the edge of the couch. I held my pee for that movie.
My husband thinks the film is brilliant because both possible realities in the movie could have been the truth. All viewers are equally split between the two plots and he claims Scorsese is brilliant for pulling that off. I think I could have spent those two hours doing something constructive, like riding my bike, reading Harper’s or going to Pinkberry. Instead, I experienced stress for two hours with no release. Ebert and Roeper, Peter Travers of Rolling Stone and Todd McCarthy of Variety loved the film and apparently don’t have issues with closure. They’re all masochists, the lot of them.
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