Happy ending for whom?

I saw Two Lovers the other evening. I left the cinema with tears in my eyes and a sour feeling of emptiness in my chest.

"Come on, it wasn't such a bad ending after all!", I say to myself. One might even say that it was a sort of happy ending.

The question is "Happy ending for whom?" It can never be a happy ending for everyone. Some of us are always left behind. Left to suffer. Left to wonder. Left to return constantly to the moment where our hopes and dreams were torn apart and smashed to the ground.

Indeed, the screenplay offered a "convenient" closure for every character. Nevertheless, what did you feel when Michelle said to Leonard: "I'm not coming. I'm sorry. You're such a great man. But he wants to marry me."? Did you see the paralyzing pain on his face? I quivered thinking that the suffering was too unbearable for him. I really thought that it was the end of the road for him. It would have been the end of the road for me, if I were him. Instead, he found the only way to avoid committing suicide: giving himself to another. But with what price? Tell me. With what price?