In a year when everything is terrible (pandemic, Trump, white nationalists) and nothing is living up to expectations (Bill & Ted 3, Texas weather, book launches), it was surprising to stumble upon a movie that so deeply speaks to the core of who I am: disjointed, loquacious, and completely devoid of meaning. I'm talking, of course, about I'm Thinking of Ending Things, a newly available movie on Netflix based on the book of the same name and directed by Charlie Kaufman. It is, in short, f-ing...
You and I are a lot alike. We’re both gluttons for punishment. We keep putting ourselves in situations where we know we’re going to get hurt. And you want to know why? It’s because deep down, under all that ego and fake smiles, we believe we deserve it. We’re unworthy of happiness. And that’s why, every few years, we get all excited and go watch another Terminator movie. And guess what? We only have ourselves to blame.
My only problem with the Terminator universe is that it changes too much. Daniel Radcliffe will always be Harry Potter. Harrison Ford will always be Han Solo. But what about the most iconic hero in all of human history, John Connor?
I love a good moody mind-bender movie. Whether it's horror or drama or just mystery, I love trying to figure out the why and how before the protag does. And if I can't figure it out before the movie reveals the truth, I will slowly golf-clap in appreciate. A Cure for Wellness managed to keep me guessing up to the end because I couldn't quite put together how eels and water and Dane DeHaan's palor all fit together. But even though Cure fooled me, it didn't get a golf clap from me, and it's all...