Postin from the grave.
My girlfriend got me to watch this the other night, after having heard about it all my life. She's all "It's not a coincidence, they planned it that way"
And while I was watching it, I was convinced that it was planned, until it ends halfway through the fucking movie. Weak sauce. Pink Floyd had enough balls to write an album that spanned the entire length of a movie. If you were creating a project as epic as that, I feel confident that you would see to it that they were synced up through the entire flick.
Not just, "well, we're out of space on the LP, we'd better quit now"