If you have not seen Wong Kar Wai’s majestic film Fallen Angels and think that you may (and you fucking should), then stop reading. My film-auteur brother introduced me to his films over a decade ago, and I have been in awe since then. With brilliant cinematographer Christopher Doyle, Wai’s films are lush, atmospheric, dreamy explorations of quirky, broken people. In other words, right up Bourbon Apocalypse’s dark alley.

The first clip is the actual ending for the film. Nothing occurs between the two characters, but they confess that they are fine with the quasi-intimacy that they are still able to share. With the second clip, the alternate ending, a bold kiss is taken, but it leads only to further frustration than what may have occurred had a kiss not been exchanged in the first place.

Is it better to kiss only to be rejected or to have never kissed at all, allowing one to fantasize about what may have been?