The end is anti-climatic, so much so that viewers probably will wonder why the story was told in the first place. In reality-life, unlike Hollywood, we have very little control how the endings occure and even less control of forcing the character-people will react. I took one last look at the visa papers as the travel agent put them in her desk to be sent to the Chinese consulate so I could get my visa. I shrugged my shoulders and with no audience ,I left the door.
When I got out the sky which had been going through a its fits and coughs of dissociative personality disorder which Seattle is known for. The first few steps were warm while I walked to the corner of the street. Then as I crossed the street a cold wind blew over Puget Sound and the weather grew instantly colder, not to be outdone the rain spittled and threatened a rehash of the downpour from earlier in the morning . I slipped my headphones on and turned on my Ipod.
Adele? Really? For some reason I expected Led Zepplin or at the very least N.W.A …but somehow there was Adele belting out “Rolling in the Deep” and somehow in a bizarre way it worked. As I winded my way from Union Street to Second Street and past the police men asking a suspected drug dealer to empty his pockets while some of his customers looked on waiting for the police to finish so they could continue their purchases , the names of a cast of thirty or forty people scrolled on the screen. People in various roles ,some small some big but all important went by.
I walked through the neon lights inside past tourists anticipating the fishmongers at the Pikes Place Fish Market to start throwing their fish. The tourists unaware that they are watching a centuries old profession but are away how cool it will it will look on some posting sent by their phone to a cold heartless computer servers not realizing that they are seeing a nearly extinct breed of people who are will eventually be replaced by box stores and the internet.
As I sit down the Shot on Location list scrolls by. Houston. Puyallup. Seattle. All places that played an unwitting role in the greatest story ever told. The story of a man who fought go’s, even if they were gods only in their own minds and won control of his destiny. Then I sit. I stop contemplating. I enjoy looking at the Ferris Wheel being built down the street, the quiet calm of Puget Sound and the many stories she has told and the camera pulls out. The epic films of other lives playing themselves out on the silver screen we call life. First a couple taking photos. Then two scruffy individuals telling a joke soon they are joined by a cast of tens then thousands until all seven billion worlds inhabiting this planet tell their stories of love , hate, laughter and tears.
There is a short period of nothing but a black screen after words reassure audiences that no animals, except possibly a dinosaur or two, were hurt during the filming of this movie. There is darkness on the screen and some people start to leave the theater. Those who decide to stay see the screen come to life again. This time our hero, our fearless adventurer is in a doughnut shop fulfilling the sacrament of eating a doughnut on National doughnut day. An involuntary smile crosses his smile as he consumes the doughnut and he is at peace. Across the ocean that is near where he eats Shanghai is sleeping and preparing her loving embrace for something uniquely fun and pure, and unscripted movie that celebrates life. The screen goes black then the lights go on.