We're also concocting our own subversions of the ending... Max suggests the following delightful hybridisation with Tim Burton's enchanting Sleepy Hollow for the climatic duel:
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Just as Mel has seized his
instrument of vengeance and warped his features into the
obligatory mix of manly grief and manlier rage, we hear
hoofbeats; heavy, heavy hoofbeats...
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I'd also have liked the Martin brood to be more Southern Gothic (like their borderline(?) psychotic father...). A kind of Carolina branch of the Addamses by way of Tennessee Williams and Deliverance. Mind, given the enthusiasm one of the little monsters had for sniping at redcoats ("I'm glad we did it"), he might yet develop into a juvenile terrorist. The temporarily mute Susan was pretty spooky, and struck me as the one you'd expect to slip arsenic in the teapot when the maid wasn't looking... A potential Wednesday.