Here comes my new "redo and do it properly" ending, because the ending to "Only Lovers Left Alive", is rubbish. There's no blood and no Marlove and we totally need a rewrite of Hamlet before we're through, too. And I am fixing it. And that's final.
Oh, and I don't own the film, obviously, or it wouldn't have ended so stupidly. This is how it would have ended if it was mine, in fact:
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Eve pounded on the door to the cafe, but not much of a knock was needed before the door was opened. The human writer opened with a smile, ushering them in. The place was lit by candles, and Kit Marlove was sitting by a large table, manuscripts spread out around him as he wrote. He looked up with a smile and greeted them. "Eve, you're back. And Adam!"
"And Adam" Eve agreed, coming to sit next to Kit, peeking over his shoulder at his current manuscript. She was dragging Adam along with her by their linked hands, as Bilal brought out two cool bottles, so very familiar. To her great amusement and satisfaction, it seemed to be another Hamlet.
Eve sat next to Kit as he wrote, drinking small sips from her bottle; it was the good stuff, from the French doctor. Her had was still liked to Adam's, where he was drinking some of his own. Adam was half-napping where he sat, still cradling her hand in his.
There was the familiar heat, even this late at night, Kit's spectacular company, and the ever so pleasant weight of Adam's head at her shoulder. Oh, yes. It was so good to be home. And for once; both her homes, at the same time.
Actually, that's a pretty decent ending, but I thought maybe I'd elaborate just a bit more, what do you say?
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