The End

Fable ambitieuse sur l'écoanxiété, le remords et le déni. Intégration audacieuse quoiqu'inégale des conventions de la comédie musicale. Réalisation élégante. Bons interprètes.

Le plus dommage serait sûrement que l'oeuvre de monsieur Oppenheimer laisse peu de place à une fin heureuse, pas qu'elle ne le soit pas, mais n'allez pas croire que la trame narrative vous amènera à la rencontre de peuples perdus et de civilisations reconstruites.

In truth, the movie can be pretty ridiculous, too, with its wild ambition sometimes coming across as a little foolhardy. But overreaching might be the whole point of The End, which offers an end-times prescription for living: Hold the fantasy together as long as you can. And when in doubt, sing.

The End requires complete submission to the off-kilter rules that govern this family and to Oppenheimer's ambitions to radicalize the musical genre. It's an admirable if uneven endeavor.

There may never be another film like The End, and that alone makes it special, though surely all involved would prefer for it to be seen. As it is, the film feels like an obtuse missive, hidden in plain sight, just waiting for intrepid seekers to unearth it.