This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A seemingly impenetrable enigma from an undeniable genius, I’m Thinking of Ending Things might be clunky and frustratingly self-indulgent but the more I’ve broken it down post-viewing, the more I’d regard it as one of the finest cinematic depictions of the troubled male psyche which Kaufman does best at. Perhaps the film might’ve benefitted from being mediated by a different director, but in many ways the film is wholly original and probably wouldn’t have been as such if it was done…
