I love movies.
Charlie Kaufman has proved to be a master of psychoanalysis, Being John Malkovich and Synecdoche, New York, which I have many mixed feelings about, are proofs to this. I started watching I’m Thinking of Ending Things with very high expectations, sitting quietly in front of the largest screen I could find to watch it on. After maybe 15 minutes? I started to feel a disappointment, "I do not characters talking to themselves", "I do not like long boring pointless conversations"…
This was a movie humankind needed, this is a movie humankind recieved.
Sometimes I get drowned in the world of difficult movies with hard to swallow pills that I forget what else movies can be about. Movies can tell stories for us to enjoy, they can make us have a great time watching them with our friends and family, make us love each other more, and make us smile with a happy ending. There is nothing wrong with that, quite…