Beautiful film marred by inappropriate ending.
Spoilers naturally.
At the end of this film I was shocked at the gritty portrayal of a life absolutely robbed of all its joys, the one Cary and Irene had together. That's a real story, life wickedly dealing a wicked hand to people, good people even, seemingly for no reason at all. None of our lives have a sweeping miracle come in at the right moment and immediately fix everything. If this was life, Irene would have left, and Cary would become Jimmy Stewart in It's a Wonderful Life, another picture where all the problems, ultimately, are only wrapped up due to a miraculous intervention--though hey, maybe not, perhaps times were just different then and people were seriously that kind.
But I can't stomach it for this one, that hits too close to home. What are we to take from this film? That at the final moment when everything is finally ready to break apart, you can count on a miracle being there to save everything?
Maybe I've just been made a cynic by some things, but these were good people, and it tends to be that life cheats good people out of their happiness. I'm not saying that's what I WANT to happen to good people, just that it's how things tend to be. I'm unsatisfied that it's only by deus ex machina that things turned out well, given that in real life everything would have went to hell for them.
Though who knows: maybe it requires deus ex machina for them to have suffered the loss of two children in the first place and be deprived of any income.