I throughly enjoyed Paul Thomas Anderson’s One Battle After Another, one of the top films of the year. Sean Penn was incredible: scary, ridiculous and fully broken. Leo was excellent as always. Benicio Del Toro and Chase Infiniti absolutely shined in every scene they inhabited. The plot was more screwball than I expected. I truly never knew what was going to happen next and was better for it. Part family drama, part liberal fantasy (An organized resistance?! A number you can just call?!), part reflection on the unchecked power of our security apparatuses, One Battle After Another is incredibly well-made, thought-provoking and fun.
As the film still rattles around in my brain, one thing about the ending is still gnawing at me, though. I don’t know how much the story stuck to Thomas Pynchon’s Vineland – I suspect not much – but I’d have written the end of Col. Steven J. Lockjaw’s story a little differently. (Spoilers ahead.)
In the movie, Lockjaw survives the attempt on his life only to resurface at another interview with the Christmas Adventurers Club. He presents a pathetic explanation of his mixed-race child: that he was reversed raped. The excuse is laughable, yet moments later we’re told he’s in the club. He made it. He’s shown his nondescript corner office. As he kicks up his feet, gas drops from an air conditioning vent and he’s unceremoniously killed. His body is dumped and cremated. The implication, I think, is that he is nothing to the greater forces of power. He’s a speck on the front of the train.
This is a fitting end for Lockjaw and I can understand the decision – they went with an absurd end – but I’d have gone a different direction. In my version, Lockjaw tells his pathetic lie and the Christmas Adventurers Club accept him anyway. He goes to his empty, boring, soulless office. He’s won. He’s achieved everything he’s ever wanted – to be someone, to be part of a group, accepted. He looks out from the 3rd floor over a plain parking lot in a midwestern office park. We linger on this unspectacular view for a long time. Then we go back to his face. Is this all there is?
I like this less sinister ending because it shows us just how stupid his pursuit was and how stupid the Christmas Adventurers Club is. They don’t even care about his lie. They’re a bunch of sad, white supremacists with a small amount of power from a few well-placed members. That’s it. This is not some well-regarded group. Membership is not an achievement. To place importance in it is foolish. The office overlooking a parking lot is nothing special. The fact that Lockjaw caused so much pain to achieve his goal makes him seem small, much smaller than the resistance he fought against. When he looks over that parking lot, does he know how stupid he is? Was the prize even remotely worth the effort? To me, this ending is much more tragic and perhaps more of a punishment for his character than death.


