This thread is about movie endings you would like. Preferably a movie with an "open" ending such as Quadrophia, which I will comment on, or a movie with a more or less closed ending but one which you would like to rewrite if you were the director.

Quarophenia:
Jimmy is the disenfranchised gang member, ostracised at home and looking for a hero. He finds him in the Ace, the face of Brighton mods. But is all turns to shlt when after trashing his scooter and being kicked out of the house by his mother, Jimmy journeys back to Brighton (out of his brain) on the train to relive the joys of casual violence and casual sex but strong belonging. He doesn't find it but instead stubbles across the Ace's suped-up scooter parked outside the Bristol Grand Hotel (incidentally the site of bombing of the Tory party conference in the '80s by the IRA). However Ace is just a bellboy at the hotel, and in disgust Jimmy steals his scooter and dives off east to coastal cliffs where he appears to drive it over the edge. He hasn't of course because in the prologue we have already seen him trudging back up the grassy verge to the road.

Anyway you don't have to recount the movie if you don't want to, just state what it is and what your ending is, would be.

In Quadrophenia's open prologue ending, Jimmy is seen trudging back up the verge. What happens next is this:

Jimmy reaches the road and slumps down on the grass, he's exhausted and slightly ashamed of abandoning his mates, his family and his job. With what money he has left he hops his way back to south London and goes to see his estranged best mate (whose name I forget). They go for a beer in the local mod pub and end up laughing about it all. While his mate is taking a piss Jimmy is approached by a friend of his Dad's who says that he's heard Jimmy felt out with his boss and is in need of a job. Altered, Jimmy says yeah, ok, sure, what you got in mind. Carl, that was his name, offered him a postion as a gofer at a arts publishing house where he knows one of the supervisors whose is desperate to recruit as all the previous hires have been awful and let go.

Jimmy say "yeah, why not" and turns up the next Monday. The offices were a moderately successful music news publisher called Melody Maker. Jimmy fitted right in and within year his love of popular 'modern' music had him well conected within the journalists and within 18 months he applied for and was offered a postion as a junior reporter for the south London scene working alongside Jamie Gutheal and co-covering major gigs. A year later Jimmy's eye and ear for new talent was given an extended leash and responsibility to seek out the upcoming bands and sounds of the late 60's.

By 1970 Jimmy was editor for the entire new wave section and was rubbing shoulders with some, of the top emerging and established acts in the south. By '74 Jimmy was senior editor and in 1978 he became editor in chief of the entire MM magzime, driving it and it extended portfolio of musical arms to rival NME.

In 1980 Jimmy got to see the who live and met the band backstage. Keith Moon died shortly after.

These days Jimmy is married with 2 children and 5 grandchildren. He lives in Cranleigh Surrey, a few miles from neighbours Eric Clapton and Ringo Starr whom he occasionally meets with. But he's mostly touring the south of London looking for acts...modern music acts.

Feel free to make your effort shorter LOL.