“The Shawshank Redemption” was on TV again tonight. It seems to be on rather frequently. And fortunately, I always seem to catch the end. It’s actually one of my favourite ‘movie endings’, what with Tim Robbin’s character outsmarting the villainous warden, and Morgan Freeman’s character (the narrator of the story) reuniting with Andy in Zihuatenejo. It’s enough to make me want to go that town that begins with a Z.
Another favourite ‘movie ending’ of mine is “The Unbearable Lightness of Being.” Lena Olin’s character receives a letter informing her that her friends died in a crash, and the last scene shows Juliette Binoche and Daniel Day-Lewis driving in the rain. Through the sweep of the wipers, you can make out a green forest through the windshield. It’s sedate, subtle and more moving than any hokey, loud, violent crash of glass and steel.
Why is that Morgan Freeman is always the wise, calm, collected narrator sideman (“Shawshank Redemption,” “Million-Dollar Baby,”). He’s one of my favourite actors, but he seems slightly typecast. When is he going to play the romantic lead who gets the girl already? It would be wonderful to see him do something different.