True to its roots, [the book] ends not with modernist, “Soprano”-esque equivocation, but with good old-fashioned closure: a big-screen, heart-racing, bone-chilling confrontation and an epilogue that clearly lays out people’s fates.
Can you imagine if Rowling had actually done a "modernist, Soprano-esque" ending? She'd be run out of town by a ten million-strong angry mob of ten year olds screaming "WHAT DO WE WANT? CLOSURE! WHEN DO WE WANT IT? NOW!"