Almost there

I have finally watched Almost Famous. And as compelling as I found the story, as unsatisfactory was the ending to me. The movie is an unapologetically romantic, at times uncomfortably nostalgic take on a mythologized time lost and unrecoverable, while it plays at the same time into all the great themes that make a story timeless. Like most great stories this one is full of intriguing characters; unlike many stories, this one has two genuinely enjoyable ones and an armada full of douche-bags of various degrees. The band and its posse: douche-bags. William H. Miller: enjoyable. The Rolling Stone staff: douche-bags. Lester Bangs: enjoyable. The rest, as they say, is neglectable. I understand that the ending makes sense for the movie as is. And I do not necessarily call for realism (of any kind) in my fiction. But this was just too sweet an ending for a movie so bittersweet throughout. Lester Bangs said it so beautifully: "The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool." This movie is a little too cool for me.