What a pompous load of trash. A film so arrogantly caught up in trying to be artistic and interesting, leaves you with Nothing instead... I even went looking to see if their was some great insight I missed, that was simply more time lost. I imagine groups of people reading in all sorts of interpretations of the events, patting themselves on the back for their elevated understanding of the events..in this case the king has no clothes, stop trying to see what is not there... And how can I unsee that movie.... I want my 2 hours back.
Review of I'm Thinking of Ending Things
