![]() It helps, watching these movies, if you’re scared of death it helps if you’re scared of your own reflection it helps if you’re scared of girls. He likes puppets and psychedelic animation and other multimedia head trips. He’s spectacularly dour to an extent that is almost, but not quite, funny. (I loved Synecdoche, which ends with the word die, and I never want to think about it again.) As, more recently, a cultier writer-director-starting with 2008’s Synecdoche, New York and 2015’s Anomalisa, which scored him his fourth screenwriting Oscar nom-he got way less whimsical and much, much, much bleaker. As a superstar screenwriter-1999’s mighty Being John Malkovich and 2002’s Adaptation earned him Oscar nominations, and 2004’s Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind brought him the win-he specialized in trippy, cerebral, whimsically bleak tales of cracked identity and bad romance. Your old pal Kaufman, of course, is a date night terrorizer by design. (You fart around in the Psychological Thrillers section and you get what you deserve.) Let’s just say if you pick this for date night, your significant other might not let you pick the movie again for months. Let’s just say I feel terrible for anybody who stumbles across this sucker due to some sort of Netflix algorithm catastrophe. Let’s just say the redactions are horror-adjacent. ![]() The redactions are not spoilers, exactly: I’m Thinking of Ending Things-which hit Netflix last Friday and is written and directed, in all its dreary + eerie + fucked up + polarizing + baffling glory, by your old pal Charlie Kaufman-is not exactly spoilable. ![]() I should be more specific: A cartoon pig trudges down a high school hallway, trailed by the elderly janitor. A cartoon pig trudges down a high school hallway, trailed by the elderly janitor.
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