I'm Thinking of Ending Things (2020)

I love movies of this kind. Here you are hoping to the end or trying to look out for something.
Alas, I didn't see anything the first time.

Old age is not a joy.
I'm probably too young to spend 2 hours fishing for metaphors with messages.
It succeeded, of course. But without pleasure.

I wasted my time. Boredom

A rather strange, creaky and uncomfortable work, smacking of depression and anxiety. You look, you think many times that you understand everything, but this feeling constantly slips away.

I haven't filled up enough for this kind of movie yet.

I think this is designed for the sophisticated, not even the average AMERICAN viewer, who has read or watched at least half of the books, productions and films mentioned. It is difficult for us to fully understand this because of a completely different cultural background.

Something strange is happening in the movie. An incomprehensible aftertaste

It is beautifully shot, but without reading the book, in my opinion, it is difficult to understand what is happening (according to the book, the heroine is the fantasy of the main character (therefore she has different names and professions), he never met her, became a school janitor and committed suicide from loneliness in the finale). And "I'm thinking how to end everything" - she's not thinking about breaking up with Jake, but he's thinking about passing away.

Fierce arthouse. To understand the film, we need the cultural background of the United States, which we do not have. The result is nonsense with a touch of mysticism.

Difficult, very difficult... If only we knew what it is, but we don't know what it is... This description of the film is promising, the genres are stated to be "thriller", a gloomy hero, his strained relationship with his parents, the wilderness, a snowstorm and a basement door scratched by someone's claws, grandfather is a cleaner (whom I initially mistook for the father of the main character)... That's how you wait-you wait for something to happen, but nothing happens. So the cleaning grandfather, in whose head all these dialogues, as it turned out, were happening, could not stand waiting, as they say. It somehow reminded me of the new episode of the last season of Lynch's Twin Peaks, where instead of Laura Palmer, this grandpa, instead of Agent Cooper, this girl (either a poet, an artist, or a scientist), and the parents of the main character seem to exist only in a Wigwam... The floral wallpaper is a bit creepy, with new red curtains and a checkered floor.

"I want to boo the film, but it runs for 2 hours and 35 minutes... As a result, you don't have the strength for anything other than moaning..." ©

The whole movie was waiting for it to end...

It's a sad movie, I haven't read the book, and there are no spoilers either. In the middle of the movie, I started catching the vibes of Mulholland Drive and basically got the gist of it. The film is definitely not for everyone, and it's hard to watch 2 hours of what you don't understand. Lots of dialogues, reflections, metaphors. Overall, I liked the movie, great acting, amazing shooting. I wish everyone to truly live their lives, and not become like Jake, who, despite his erudition and intelligence, was simply afraid to take a step and died alone in his memories and fantasies.

I do not know how to evaluate this film.
Bad shit and a normal arthouse.

The genre and description here currently simply dooms the film to one star:
"... something strange is going on at Jake's parents' house, and the potential relatives themselves are behaving very suspiciously."

If you look at it with the attitude of "psychological drama with a touch of mysticism", if you know approximately the direction of the plot, then you can praise it for the excellent combination of the script, acting and the completely masterful presentation of the "unreliable narrator" (although this term is not quite applicable here).
But there was still a feeling of incompleteness. As if the aftertaste wasn't bitter enough

Did I understand what was going on? Rather, yes. The film is about rethinking the value of life through the crippled consciousness of the hero.
Do you want to empathize with him? Definitely not, no tears, no sadness, disgust slips through in places.
Was it well shot? Respect to the cameraman, slap in the face to the screenwriter. It's like a demo version of a book that doesn't allow you to feel yourself without reading the original source.
It's weird, awkward, squeamish, caricatured, tragic, and unreadable without the American cultural code.

When I saw a lot of negative reviews, I already knew that I would like the movie.

I love it when a movie leaves an aftertaste and a desire to be with him a little longer after it's over.
Read the differences between the book and the movie, references, quotes.
What the author wanted to say and what the audience understood/did not understand.

If you are the same person and you are not afraid that not everything is immediately clear, then I recommend watching 👍
Jessie Buckley is amazing 🔥

P. S.
I admire the conceit of some people:
If they didn't understand the movie, then for some reason they think the movie is shit, not them.
😂😂😅

"There are so many lies all around. We lie that everything will get better. That it's never too late. That God has a plan for everyone. That age is just a number. That the darkness is gathering before dawn. That there's always a freaking rainbow after the rain. That everyone has a soulmate."

An infinitely sad, dreary, depressing film. Something similar to "Chuck's Life" is only more real, where a person is just a human being, no matter how smart, how talented, or how amazing they are, who remains outside of life, alone, and hating himself endlessly. I understood Jake on many levels, felt a lot, and saw myself in some places. Lots of details, philosophical conversations, as a cover for a story about someone else's life.
The first hour of the movie is intense, like a great horror movie. Watch as the characters change, as the illusion collapses, with all this strange behavior, conversations, clothes. The second hour breaks my heart. I remembered that there was also a minor, third-rate character in the Breakfast Club, the janitor, who, as it turned out, was the best student at the same school twenty years ago. It's the same here.
The actors are dragging, everyone is perfect at their best, the cinematography, editing, soundtrack (this endless tapping of the heels of Toni Collette's heroine when Jessie Buckley's heroine has to go down to the basement), absolutely everything here is adjusted to create this disturbing atmosphere in order to finally understand what the film is about.
Beautiful and, to some extent, cruel.