I seem to be obsessed with the endings of stories… movies, books, TV series. (That last one's rough, since I'm convinced Dani has a thing about ending a series — we have yet to see the final season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel, for instance, and I've lost count of the other series that've dropped off our recording queue once we know the end is nigh. One of these days, I am going to have to watch that last season of Buffy, however.) That hardly seems like a novel obsession (no pun intended), but it does make it plain why I'd never make it as a reviewer… I know I hate it when someone spoils the end, or even just the plot twists, of a story I haven't experienced yet. (So let's just consider this the obligate SPOILER ALERT, shall we?) The right ending can make a good story great (such as in Animal Kingdom ), while a bad ending can take a decent movie south (as when I realized the ending of Sucker Punch was a sucker punch to the audience). This past wee