Sequels

Why is that directors find the need to make another film?
Why can’t they leave the story unfulfilled in time, as it was?
Leave those cinematic experiences with a happy ending. Let us believe that everything is fine. Let us sit with those we love and drink wine and cherish the beauty of imagination.
The creation of another installment is essentially adding the element of reality and the brutality of the truth is too hard to bear.
Why can’t they just leave us with credits rolling, with no worries or cares?
Why must they meet each other 9 years later? Her hair a little straighter and him with a mustache.
Why must you show change? The entire story rearranged, with a strange distance between the two.
Who will break first, we are left thinking while we’re clinging on to the last hope of some semblance. But that doesn’t happen: he doesn’t kiss her earlobe, she doesn’t keep his bathrobe. It is part of character development, we are told.
Left wondering the difference between growing and growing apart, of how the matters of the heart are not easily dealt with even though I swear when he smirked again, she melted.
Don’t tell us if she took the job or if he backed out again; Dear director, let us enjoy the ending scene as they kiss in the rain.
I know it is but in vain to expect them to be together forever, but that is why I walk down to the theater whenever I immensely wish: not for reality but for pretense.
Do not taint the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind with the unkind realizations of being blind in an unrequited love or being left behind as you cope on your own, when every bone in your body asks you to stop but all you can do is mop the slate of your own happiness.
If you wish to make more, give us a house with a red door with a hardwood floor and a story of how she was raised.
If you wish to make more, there are many things.
If you want to give us anything, give us a prequel because for the love of god, I don’t like watching sequels.