A Raisin in the Sun's ending is simply amazing. And how it was presented in the most recent revival was simply breathtaking! The audience stood up before the curtain dropped.
The last exchange between Maggie and Brick in CAT ON A HOT TIN ROOF always gets me. And yes, the ending of A RAISIN IN THE SUN in the last revival was perfection, as was the entire production really.
"Some people can thrive and bloom living life in a living room, that's perfect for some people of one hundred and five. But I at least gotta try, when I think of all the sights that I gotta see, all the places I gotta play, all the things that I gotta be at"
The final moment in Mary, Mary. I was filled with such happiness; but when the curtain started to fall, my happiness turned to a mixture of panic, disbelief, abd despair in the realization that this magical experience was now coming to an end. How willingly I would have fallen to my knees to plead with the theatre gods to stay that curtain, if I thought my pleas would be answered. Alas, I was wise enough to know that one can't stop the clock from striking midnight.
And just this season, the loving revival of the play Gigi offered as its ending a family tableau which packaged all the good things in life into one little moment and tied it with the most perfect of bows.
When the theatre is good, it can offer magic to which nothing else can compare.
Uh, YOU say that --- and would think of something like that. You, and people with minds and language as foul as yours.
And one other thing. This is a public forum. If you don't know what is proper language for a public forum, then you should refrain from posting in one.
Seriously, two of my favorite straight play act endings are the second act endings of two three act plays:
Love! Valour! Compassion! - "Answered prayers."
The Little Foxes - Regina: "I hope you die. I hope you die soon. I'll be waitin' for you to die." [And just then Horace has a not unexpected heart attack and eventually dies after trying to crawl up the stairs for his meds while Regina just stands there and watches.]
I love the ending of Marisol by Jose Rivera. The title character has a monologue that's filled with some beautiful imagery that is characteristic of the magic realism genre.
From years ago 'Wonder of the World'. Two women, in a barrel, stuck by a rock on the edge of Niagra Falls, enjoying the view and wondering what to have for breakfast. Very existential.
The Glass Menagerie Mary Tyrone's final monologue in Long Day's Journey Into Night The final scene of John Guare's Landscape of the Body Septimus and Thomasina dancing in Arcadia
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf - the movie version ending is my favorite, but it's such a wonderful desperate plea for Martha that just reading it chills me.
NIGHT, MOTHER. The penultimate line: "Jessie, child, forgive me. I thought you were mine." So stunning in its ability to poetically capture the entire Kubler-Ross scale.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling