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| SUMMARY |
As Mitch's memorial continues, a reunited and headlining Ruckus begins playing Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Free Bird." Jessie aims his drumstick in the direction of a large papier-mâché bird hanging from the ceiling and says, "This is for you, Mitch." Back in the hallway, Claire listens for a moment and comments, "'Free Bird,' huh?" Drew offers a raised eyebrow in response before guessing that Claire has to get back to Ben. His second guess, that Ben doesn't even exist, is met with nervous laughter and a blatant change of topic. Meanwhile, Mitch's memorial kicks into high gear as Ruckus brings the cheering crowd to its feet. The large model bird, hanging too close to a stage light, bursts into flames at the exact moment it is triggered to soar over the audience. The fiery mass ignites Mitch's banner before diving away, threatening the lives of everyone in the room. Ruckus continues rocking as the sprinkler system activates and Claire ushers panicked guests out of the auditorium. For his part, Drew stands and stares at Claire. |
| ANALYSIS |
Though Elizabethtown introduces countless subplots it does not bother to resolve, the predominant issue of Claire's sanity is finally, neatly put to rest in this clip. Just after passing judgment on the musical proceedings in the auditorium, presumably bothered by its incompatibility with the blaring circus tune looping in her mind, Claire trails off, "Well, I'd better get back to..." Without missing a beat, Drew asks the question that has been on every viewer's mind for almost 110 minutes: "Does Ben even exist?" With her casually demented response, Claire tells us everything we need to know about her character. On the other hand, perhaps it is necessary to suspend our disbelief and accept Drew's enduring gravitation to Claire. Ben's mythological status combined with Drew's mysterious lack of distress that he has been lied to repeatedly -- in fact, manipulated through this lie into his only forward action in the film, making a move on Claire, resulting in their having sex -- would seem to be a recipe for romance, as the final impediment to Drew and Claire being together has been removed. Unfortunately, they remain apart because it is still not the point in the movie where they are allowed to be together. As for the matter of Mitch's continuing memorial, perhaps it is oddly fitting that this service ends in such quirky disaster. Indeed, the viewer can easily imagine Mitch smiling down in amusement as his indisputable final wish, that his nephew's Lynyrd Skynyrd tribute band reunite to perform the most overplayed song in rock history before setting a papier-mâché bird on fire, has finally come true. Certainly, Mitch is far from turning over in his grave, if only for the fact that Drew accidentally turned him into ashes. Nevertheless, as most residents of Elizabethtown are too insane to trust their own eyes as to what is happening around them, the almost orgasmic response inspired by five slackers playing "Free Bird" does not cease for almost 30 seconds after the aerial inferno begins. Eventually, however, the scene becomes a haunted show of stark human terror, in which the pod people of Elizabethtown experience their first ever moment of clarity. Naturally, there are exceptions, including the festive stragglers whose conga line persists unabated. It is fortunate that the Elizabethtownies have Claire and her flight attendant skills to usher them to safety, as otherwise they may never have escaped the Brown Hotel with their lives. As the sprinklers extinguish the last remaining flames and thoroughly soak everyone in the auditorium, Claire takes a moment to chuckle herself-ily to Drew, as if she herself can't believe what a charming disaster she is. Drew's reponse, in voiceover, of course: "As a specialist of last looks, this one was pretty iconically Claire." In other words, the unspoken dialogue contained in these shots is as follows:
Also, the sprinklers symbolically cleanse everyone of their problems. Credits. (Not really.) |
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