THE CRAFT 1996 Movie Review – Ending Explained

“You can’t even PAY A BILL? What are you good for?” I don’t normally open with a quote, because Dis Drawma Kingg is trying to make an original ART PIECE with every episode. Can’t you surely tell no such thing? So this quote must be pretty important to the whole thing, right? Asking, not telling. Does a human life get respect proportional to the number of bills they pay? Let’s you, the reader, and I, the wroter, take a deep dive into the philosophy of The Craft!

Fairuza Balk’s work mother posits what I interpret as this: There is no obvious intrinsic value to a human that pays exactly 0 bills. I think that sounds a bit extreme. Aren’t we all worth more than that? How many bills makes us good? At that rate I would guess one or two bills would not satisfy everybody. Maybe it’s like seven bills paid makes people like you for your personality. I hope it’s not 9, 12, or even 14 bills. That’s a lot and seems a most unfair expectation. You may please contest my interpretation of the original argument Nancy’s mother makes in the comment section. Even “I think therefore I am” must be counter argued.

Could it not be there is something else to measure the worth of any conscious being? My first instinct is how many nachos you’ve eaten (total). Or maybe how many people you’ve shown kindness to. Eh… I might need to spend some time contemplating how likely that one really is. What number of OTHER things could it be? It has to be a number of something. If not a number, how else could it be CONCEIVABLY measured?

Ending Explained: In the final scene – the witch that was overtly portrayed as crazy for the whole movie is now being portrayed as overtly MORE crazy!

Final Thoughts: 8/10 Crowns! A much more interesting film than I anticipated. The Craft was not without flaws, yet it was a unique ever changing story. I can’t count the number of times it surprised me. Wow, I hope it’s not number of times you surprise someone that makes you a good person. That would make for some really annoying day-to-day life experiences. Perhaps Fairuza’s work mother was right all along. Maybe we are liked based on how much we provide to the liking or disliking entity. Can we then derive that any positive feelings towards a person means that they provide something to your life? I imagine you are all saying: “No, Drawma, Kingg, I disagree with every assumption you have made on one of the best lines ever in a film! GO BACK TO WRITING YOUR PICTURELESS COMIC BOOK SERIES!”