The Sense Of An Ending

There's a film, Angel Heart, that only really makes sense when it doesn't make sense, which is to say the optimal mode of experiencing it is on late night television, and only if you stumble into it a minute after it has begun, but because you're in a drunken stupor, you believe you've missed the first half hour that would have explained all the portentiousness. Sober, it's a pile of rubbish; drunk, it's a masterwork.

Angel Heart is based on a novel of the same name, which is much worse than the movie (who says Hollywood ruins everything? The same people who think Michael Bay ruined Transformers by overcommercialising them?), and at the centre of that book's plot is a concern about the failure of memory. Which gets us, eventually, to The Sense of an Ending.