Category Archives: Endings

Vicious implements

For Father’s Day, my daughter sent me an official set of Sid Vicious pencils. They were created for the current Punk: Chaos to Couture exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.


For the record, I saw Sid perform, backed up by ex-New York Dolls Jerry Nolan and Killer Kane, at Max’s Kansas City in September of 1978. A couple of weeks later he went to jail after stabbing and killing (allegedly) his girlfriend Nancy Spungeon. A few months after that, while out on parole, he died of misadventure. I’m not sure he ever made it to the Met.

This is the end

Here’s another of my favorite cinematic endings, a pretty definitive one, from Antonioni’s Zabriskie Point.

The political point kind of gets lost in the sheer beauty of shit getting blown up in super slo-mo. Or maybe the political point is the sheer beauty of shit getting blown up in super slo-mo.

Two-lane blacktop

I’ve been on a Two-Lane Blacktop jag recently. (If you have Comcast cable with on-demand, you can watch it to your heart’s content, free — in HD, even.) Directed by Monte Hellman, it stars a young, sullen James Taylor and a young, sullen Dennis Wilson as a couple of gearhead hustlers vaguely making their way eastward in a primer-grey 1955 Chevy that looks like a cross between a hotrod and a hearse. Along the way they cross paths with Warren Oates, playing a jittery, Goat-driving rambler being kept afloat on benzedrine, booze, and bullshit — “Everything is going too fast and not fast enough,” he says at one point — and Laurie Bird, playing the hippie chick. Nothing much happens. It’s glorious.

Here’s the goofy trailer:

Here’s how it all ends:

More: Interview with Hellman.