chirex

A thousand books, a hundred movies, countless stories have begun at the end. You are given a glimpse of what lays at the end of the journey, just enough to pique your interest and make you try and figure out how it got there. It is like a connect the dots, where they have part of it filled in for youjust enough to make it look like a picture of one thing, and when you quickly run your pencil from dot to dot, wanting to see the whole picture, you are surprised when you see something entirely different than what you expected.
A brilliant technique, the first time it was used. Perhaps even the first 50. And it is even now used brilliantly, if only very occasionally. For the most part, however, one sees some cryptic scene filled with all sorts of insignificant details, and the director takes you by the hand and leads you from dot to dot, explaining to you, in simple terms designed for a child, that what you saw is not what you saw, but rather that they cheated, lied to you (only for the purposes of the story, I promise! Didnt you WANT to be surprised?) and told you half-truths, relying on frantic editing or storytelling to distract you from the truth: that they are doing this by form, and what you are watching or reading is not original, not thought-provoking, but rather the base exploitation of the shyster passing off a electroplated gold watch as a Rolex