Hello and welcome back to another weekly Movie and TV Review.

This week, we’ll be reviewing a gem: Another End.

A sobering and eye-opening take on death—or at least it was for me. I’d say this one was interesting, to say the least.

I’m familiar with Gael García Bernal’s work, and I consider myself a fan. But wow, I think he really outdid himself with this one. The man is truly talented.

My elevator pitch for this film would be Ghost in the Shell meets Inception as people try to make sense of death.

Thankfully, I’ve never been faced with the loss of a romantic partner, but I can imagine the desire to hold onto someone—especially a cherished spouse—one last time.

Though I imagine the service wouldn’t come cheap.

But no matter.

Let’ssssssssssss get it!

The premise of the movie is to give the bereaved a final farewell.

Loved ones who have passed away are reanimated through memories embedded within the minds of a host body. However, if the deceased begins questioning the memories fed to the host, those memories become scrambled and the person dies for good.

Now enter Sal, Zoe’s grieving partner, and Ebe’s brother.

Ebe, who works at Aeternum, the creator of this miraculous technology, finds herself in a constant conflict of interest as she repeatedly bends the rules to accommodate Sal’s requests.

Spoiler Alert

I guessed Sal was gone during the scene between him and Ebe when he folded over in his sleep and stopped moving.

I wasn’t entirely sure, though, because he seemed to possess more free will than the other hosts.

By the end, it became clear that he had crossed a line somewhere between memory, grief, and reality.

Playing Devil’s Advocate

I’m going to play devil’s advocate here.

In the case of suicide, is it fair to bring a loved one back?

Sure, you want closure after such a sudden departure.

But on some level, the person who chose to end their life was in so much pain that they decided to leave.

Would bringing them back simply prolong that suffering?

I imagine the reanimated loved one would start asking questions.

“Why?”

“How can I help?”

“Why didn’t you talk to me?”

But asking those questions would immediately alert the bereaved that something isn’t right.

And then the deceased would begin asking questions of their own.

“How did you know that?”

That’s exactly what happened when Zoe questioned Sal about her unfinished book.

My guy was quick with the half-truth.

Lol.

He claimed he’d read it while she was sleeping.

After a while, I think resentment would begin to set in as well.

Because suicide is, by its very nature, a deeply painful act for the people left behind.

Final Thoughts

I guess that question bleeds into how I think about life in general.

As I get older, I’m becoming more protective of my time.

The years I wasted as a kid are much more apparent now because I’m living with the consequences of those decisions.

I’m frustrated most of the time because I’m not where I want to be financially, and many of my dreams are still just that—dreams.

But I also understand that I need to be grateful and live in the moment.

I’ve heard rich people are just as unhappy.

So maybe most of the things I’m chasing won’t make me happy anyway.

Excuse my English.

But man, a million dollars would go a long way.

Lol.

But I digress.

The moral of the story is simple:

Hug your people while you still have them because you never know.

Anypoops, I give Another End a fresh rose out of Mirai’s garden.