The End of “The End”

Every movie-goer can recall the title “The End” on the screen, the climax which marks a man or even makes him cry. This written word is one of these little moments able to stick in the memory of the audience. Nowadays, it has almost completely disappeared, except in some rare movies for nostalgia or parody. I don’t believe in the philosophical explanation which points to the idea that every art work never really ends. I think the reason is less authentic and much more about money issues. There is a growing number of series and remakes which appeal to the viewer precisely because of its no end concept that simply satisfies them. No need for the producers to write “The end” if they intend to use it again and again... What a sad mercantile and industrial technique which reveals by its silent elimination the symbolic loss of emotion and memory.

This phenomenon is even worse on TV where the credits are accelerated, smashed or deleted. The small screen crushes titles, and therefore breaches to the copyright and the respect for artists and writers. 

No time for credits, just put on the commercials!

To conclude with a personal metaphor, murdering the credits is like stealing the essential resting aspect of the end of the week, but also its sharing and dreaming part...