We watched this is my AP World History class, and we just finished it today. I loved the movie and thought it was really amazing, compared to the other garbage we're forced to watch in school.
However the ending killed me. I loved the entire thing and then the last ten seconds it has to show the slide about how he looked for her in Paris but never found her. What kind of crap was that?! haha. It just made me really upset.
Yes. They could have just ditched the whole 'meet in Paris' scenario for a honeymoon in Paris after the war. Saying they never met up again just kills off a terrific story line in the mostest stupidest way possible. Idiots.
It would have been so easy to set it up - even in WWI, you could send letters to military units. He could have given her his unit address before she left so that she always stayed in touch. And they could have just stayed in touch through the war, and met afterward and married and honeymooned in Paris, right? And the whole evacuation thing to Britain, why did that have to happen? Couldn't she become a nurse and care for the wounded and stay there? Did they actually evacuate French women and children to Britain during the war?
The romance was just such a prominent and sweet part of the script, I can't believe they didn't work out a way to end it well. There were just so many better ways to do that. Idiots. And don't tell me it was some kind of special twist to the ending, nobody likes endings like that.
I love this movie! My best friend and I are 34, he showed me this movie a few years ago and I now have the DVD. I too felt bad for his not finding his love at the end. I think it was a fine ending. Not a twist, not meant to be something Hollywood would never ever think of doing, and not bad writing.
It was war.
She could have been killed, captured, fled to England with family/friends, gone to America, been married, or a ton of other things.
Sad? Sure. Realistic? I'd agree.
Sure... I wanted them to find each other, have a wonderful wedding, then move to Texas, and build a ranch. A final scene showing cattle, the three children, and maybe even a child the two of them had held in her arms. However, it was not to be.
We've all lost someone we love. This is more realistic.
Hell---I'd have wanted The Black Falcon to be shot down by Cassidy, the lions and Cassidy at the wedding, along with the members of the squadron, and the officers. Again---sometimes things aren't Disney movies. I find this ending, sad as it may be, much better. It's reality.
Rawlings went back to start a ranch. One of the largest in the state. I'd like to think he found a nice Texan gal. I'd like to think Lucienne found a man she fell in love with and married.
Contrary to the assumptions of several posts above, there was a simple way to get in touch with Americans in Paris at the time, and continuing into at least the 1970's: the American Express office near the Place de l'Opera had a mail service that was widely used by travelers. I used it to get in touch with friends in the 1960's, and people back to Hemingway and earlier used it the same way. Which isn't to say that a French country girl would have known about it, though she could have asked, or that the braindead bozo that James Franco clumsily portrayed would have thought to use it . . .
All of this begs numerous questions. To begin with, the French didn't evacuate refugees to England. Why would they? They had a whole country to resettle them in behind the war zone on their eastern border, and in general they hated the British presence on French soil--which wouldn't conduce them to send their citizens across the Channel.
Most of the movie is drowned in this same sort of sentimental syrup, even the air combat sequences. It's amazing that the investors dropped their reported $60M on this project without insisting on a less lame script or a more convincing star. No wonder the Hollywood gang passed on this one.
They should have shown Lucienne as a really old woman, pining for Rawlings. Then have her in a white gown, on a boat. Then have her climb the railings and throw a really expensive necklace out into the ocean. Then she dies. The end.
No cell phones in 1918. No Instagram. No email. How was he supposed to find a refugee who was moving around France and England? Neither one of them had an address after the war.
Still, he should have had a better plan. Meet me at la Tour Eiffel at noon on the second Sunday after the war or something like that.