Billy Fisher’s choice at the end left me thinking two things. first, that in order to find happiness one not necessarily has to leave all behind, because after all, that is just a state of mind and a excuse of society to break our individuality in pieces. And second, that Billy, being the irresponsible daydreamer that he is, is above all a coward and a cheeky conformist who wouldn’t deprive himself from the pleasure and the importance he has a refugee of his inner world, without caring much for anything else than fantasizing to escape mediocrity and boredom.

So as my writing may show, I found this picture utterly personal, wildly comic but also lugubrious, sad, like a dead end… or a hard smash on the floor after a light and pleasant flight of the senses.