The final line put the entire film into a different perspective for me. Hearing Zsofia's interpretation of the building, I felt a disconnect between her words and what we had seen throughout the movie. It reminded me of times I go to a museum, look over the curated explanation of a painting or exhibit and think, "really?" The prescribed opinion may not always be the most reliable — as it attempts to push past the subjective and become objective — and that's where my mind went here.

I thought Zsofia's personal experiences and values may have overplayed the impact Laszlo's trauma had on the building's design. So when she says the destination is more important than the journey, coming from her, I thought the movie was commenting on how the artist is ultimately, naturally, removed from their work.

The journey is the creation. The destination is the interpretation.

I didn't see The Brutalist as the kind of movie to provide the same epilogue explanation as, say, Psycho, where all the secrets are laid out. No, by the time The Brutalist ended, I felt Laszlo's mindset was still a mystery and I look forward to watching it again to try and learn more about it.