Changing Lanes Changing Endings

Written by David Weinberger
Published September 28, 2002

Since I am about to write about the ending of "Changing Lanes," stop reading if you haven't seen the movie. It's a movie worth seeing, but you're best off not even knowing what type of movie it is. In fact, let me do you a favor: Expect an action-packed two hours as Ben Affleck and Samuel L. Jackson square off in a drama that sprawls across New York City in one last caper that goes unexpectedly wrong. Beautiful women, wise-cracking heroes, great car chases!

That should hold you. And I've just done you a favor because the movie has none of that but plays best if you think it does.

So, now that it's just us who have seen the movie, let's talk.

Weren't you pleasantly surprised? For the first twenty minutes I couldn't even tell what sort of movie it was. Where was it headed? Were we going to track Jackson as he wreaks revenge on snot-nosed Affleck? Were we going to see Affleck push Jackson to the breaking point and then see Jackson pull out a gigantic revolver, start quoting Scripture and drill Affleck right in his average-guy-handsome face? What a thrill not to be able to predict even the general shape of the plot.

And didn't you think that Affleck was surprisingly not bad? I like Affleck more than most professional reviewers. He's been ok in ok movies and more than ok in more than ok movies. What more do you want? And I thought in his small role in "Shakespeare in Love" he managed to project himself admirably, filling the screen with the self-confidence of his character, and then unburdening himself of his persona to show us his unguarded heart.

Before getting to the ending, let's talk a little about Affleck and Jackson, ok? Much as I love Jackson, he isn't a great actor. He's versatile and entertaining, but he never so loses himself in a role that you forget that he's Samuel L. Jackson. I've liked him in everything I've seen him in but he's never made me cry. Nevertheless, "Changing Lanes" shows the difference between Jackson and Affleck, at least at this stage of their careers. Although Jackson isn't as self-effacing as the greatest actors are, nevertheless he brings depth to the role. Throughout the course of the movie, we come to understand Jackson's character more and more...as does the character himself. As the layers are peeled back, there is a little shock of recognition at what's underneath. With a lesser actor, the new revelations would have felt arbitrary. With Affleck, on the other hand, I couldn't tell if we were learning more about him or if he was being transformed by the day's events. The writers and director ultimately are responsible, but a greater actor would have insisted on more clarity.

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#1 — September 29, 2002 @ 19:40PM — Craig [URL]

I don't think any tacked-on ending can be nearly as bad as the "2000 years later AI ending."

If the movie ended w/Osment and the quasi-sentient teddy bear frozen in ice staring at the Coney Island Blue Fairy until their batteries ran out I would've been perfectly satisfied. But Speilberg (at least it looked like a Speilberg-ism) had to go and spackle on that "everything is better, but still not perfect in the future" bit. Totally unecessary.

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