So no, this is not a review of I’m Thinking of Ending Things, but more a sort of exploration into why it didn’t work for me. And that is the story of how I was assigned to review Charlie Kaufman’s I’m Thinking of Ending Things, and I’ve been struggling to come up with a reaction for two weeks now, and … I’ve got nothing. It only becomes a problem when, you know, it’s your job to have opinions on things, but then you have no opinions about the thing you have been assigned to have opinions on. Joker: Not for me! Movies about ex-military guys finding their redemption in saving brown children: NOT. Some pieces of media just exist there, floating in the ether, and you can describe them as, “Oh, yeah, that’s not for me.” All of Netflix’s holiday romances: Not for me.

Not everything has the same impact for everyone. It probably meant a lot to the people who produced it, who devoted time to creating it and crafting it, and more power to them. Some of it you love, some of it you hate, and most of it is fine. The nature of being a film and TV critic is that you watch so much stuff. SPOILERS FOLLOW FOR THE FILM I’M THINKING OF ENDING THINGS