despite the surface trappings, and the suggestion that this is, at heart, a woman's story, it's still just another account of a self-regarding intellectual with serious girlfriend issues who likes to bemoan his place in an unfair world
bleak, bewildering, and a bit bonkers. Charlie Kaufman's uncompromising originality is always welcome -- but you'll need time to let this one percolate
a surreal, disquieting and sometimes extraordinary drama; another superb nightmare courtesy of Charlie Kaufman; Kaufman again proves that if you want something to make you feel trapped in a terrifying claustrophobic nightmare for ever and ever
a riddle wrapped in an enigma and staged like a passion play; Jessie Buckley and Jesse Plemons.. they're both fantastically game, infusing the movie's heady concepts with a naturalism that borders on heroic
a haunting highwire act that captures a feeling almost impossible to put into words; Charlie Kaufman's innate ability to translate the innermost feelings of psychosis and anxiety onto the screen is unparalleled
a fascinating, surreal thriller that only Charlie Kaufman could make; a thriller built out of slow escalation that ultimately reveals itself as a unique meditation on identity and the existential absurd that will leave you unknotting your brain for days
"I'm Thinking of Ending Things" is a suitably eerie and creepy psychological thriller that ultimately never comes together as a comprehensible whole; it's still a fascinating watch with plenty to unpack
"I'm Thinking of Ending Things" suggests a joyless couple out of a mediocre Woody Allen film crossed with "Barton Fink". It's not just a quirky, morose downer of a movie -- it's didactically morose
"I'm Thinking of Ending Things" proves that Charlie Kaufman's vision as a director is equal to his creativity as a screenwriter; it's an surreal, erratic, and strangely moving experience that circles around a realization it can't put into words
"I'm Thinking of Ending Things" is Charlie Kaufman at his most haunting and unshakable; It is beautiful, delirious, frustrating and so wedded to that film-critic notion of the unimpeachable "Kaufman-esque" sensibility..