The Purge Might Get Purged

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We only have so many Purge nights ahead of us, so get out all your murder fantasies while you can!

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The creator of The Purge franchise James DeMonaco told Entertainment Weekly on Tuesday that he thinks the next movie in the series might be the last, and that he already knows the gruesome ending. DeMonaco told the magazine:

“I have it in my head... I think I’m going to write it. I think it’s a great way to end it all. We want to end it all, I think, in this one, and I’m very excited. When I came up with the idea and pitched it to everybody, they seemed psyched, and I think it will be a really cool ending, how we take this one home.”

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Okay, buddy you’re gonna need to give me... more. What kind of cool ending are we talking? Do the upper classes head to Mars while the peasants below on Earth keep bludgeoning each other each Purge night? Does the government decide the whole year is for Purge-ing? Does someone read the fine print of the Purge contract and realize that the founding Purge fathers actually meant for it to be a breathing document that could change with each generation’s values and beliefs?!

I’m gonna purge someone just to know how this all ends.

Pop Culture Reporter, Jezebel

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DISCUSSION

triplethreat69
Waiting for a Star to Fall

It will obviously end with a nuclear event. It shouldn’t as it’s way too obvious, but it will. And that’s a god damned shame.

I personally would like to see it come full circle, right back to where it all started: peace. The best way to end this ultra-violent series is with a broad recognition of how careless and unnecessary it all was. How they let their emotions turn into blood lust which took over their better senses. How it just kind of spiraled out of control and none of us were strong enough to stop it.

And with that a new paradigm for the future based on blessings of life and love, togetherness and joy, optimism and hope. That we’re all in this crazy thing together and it only works when we help each other. That the stranger you encounter in the dark on the street isn’t all that different from yourself, just trying to get home. Wherever that may be.

And as it fades to black the sun should be rising, dew glistening on the grass of the bloodied neighborhood. What was it all for? And does it matter? These must have been the worst days, and that means that there will be only better days ahead.

The glass isn’t half full... it’s all the way full.