If my reward for living through nine months of this fucked up horrorscape of a year was I'm Thinking of Ending Things, I'll take it.

It was exactly what it needed to be and I am satisfied. That's all I really wanted. Although I wish Napoleon could've come back.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

So, The Neverending Story, the first one, that was a fantastic piece of childhood nostalgia. When I read the book years later, I was sad that only half of the book ended up in the movie, especially since there's some awesome stuff in the second half of the book. Well, some of that second half ended up in this movie and I was even sadder.