On Sep. 4, Netflix released another one of its original titles, I’m Thinking of Ending Things.  Based on the book of the same name, written by Ian Reid, this two-hour long movie had a good amount of people’s hopes high.  The book had gotten good reviews, so many were excited to see what the movie had in store.  The utter disappointment was not expected.

What had wanted to be a creepy, psychological thriller turned out to be a mess of a plot line with unlikeable characters.  The movie first follows a woman who goes with her boyfriend, Jake, to visit his parents in the country.  Throughout the movie, unexplainable things happen from the girl’s perspective, only to have it later revealed that she wasn’t the main character at all, Jake was.  I think the writers and directors were trying to go for the same vibe that Us and The Sixth Sense had, but it was missing the horror feel of Us and the reasonable ending of The Sixth Sense.

Some things that made me hate the movie were the car scenes.  I kid you not, there were two separate twenty-minute scenes where it was just the women and Jake in the car.  Half of the time, they weren’t saying anything, and the other half they were fighting over some really deep poems she wrote about Jake.  The cinematography gave me a headache.  I think it was meant to be like, “I’m in a hazy dream,” and sometimes that works.  But for that to be what most of the movie looks like makes me want to throw a pillow over my head and go to sleep. 

Also, the director tried to make way too many plot twists.  I couldn’t even follow the story.  It would only make some sort of sense if I had read the books, but lots of people watch movies without reading the books prior, so that was a bad decision by the writers.  Even if I had read the books, I still think I wouldn’t have enjoyed the movie.  I would give it 3/10 stars, only because it was kind of fun to try to figure out what was happening.  But, overall, don’t watch it.  Two hours of your life you will never get back.