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Imagine if Meet the Parents was remade by the writer of Being John Malkovich, Adaptation and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and by the writer-director of Synecdoche, New York and Anomalisa, and you’ll have a fair idea of what to expect from Charlie Kaufman’s I’m Thinking of Ending Things. To put it another way, you won’t really know what to expect at all, because Kaufman’s films are always weirder, gloomier, and more unsettling than you might assume, and his latest, adapted from a novel by Iain Reid, could be the weirdest of them all.
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The premise is as straightforward as it is in the Ben Stiller comedy. Twenty-something Lucy (Jessie Buckley, the vivacious star of Beast, Wild Rose and Misbehaviour) and Jake (Jesse Plemons), her boyfriend of a few weeks, drive out of a city and into the snowy countryside to meet his parents, Toni Colette and David Thewlis. At the family farm, they are served dinner, and Jake’s parents embarrass him with proud reminiscences of his schooldays before they drive off again. Simple. This being a Kaufman film, though, nothing is as it should be. It’s not that anyone behaves outrageously or threateningly. It’s just that everything is… wrong. Scenes go on far longer than expected, dialogue overlaps with internal monologues, characters recite lengthy poems and even film reviews by heart. In all sorts of small ways that make most films seem staid, Kaufman establishes that we are in an uncanny, decidedly creepy parallel universe.
Even the drive to the farm is a purgatory of low-level irritation in which the supposedly loved-up young couple can never agree on anything or find a conversational rhythm. Lucy tries to retreat into her thoughts about their wobbly relationship – hence the title. The hunched, stocky, faintly aggressive Jake – who resembles the star of Synecdoche, New York, Philip Seymour Hoffman – can’t stop butting in with his views on Wordsworth and musical theatre. They sit next to each other, but Kaufman cuts back and forth between them, rather than putting them both in the same frame, so we can see how disconnected they are. And, like them, we can’t relax.