Christ, I want some rice.
Fourth attempt at a rewatch, but only second time watching it all the way through.
Most of my initial prejudices have altered. As indulgent as Tarantino can be, OUATIH possesses some of his most patient and engrossing indulgences. I daren’t call it age or maturity, but it feels almost as though Tarantino is happily taking us for a ride, as if the residual pot-smoke in the air of late-60s LA set itself to the film and leaked out of our screens. Unabashed intentions.
Netflix will no doubt circumvent the extra-algorithmic tendencies of Kaufman’s style by emphasising the twee quasi-A24 imagery that I’m Thinking of Ending Things can marketably offer.
ITOET is the antithetical response to “life is a journey without destination”. That proclamation, so often a sentimental one, is instead framed here as more like an “endless ordeal”. Depression as the abstract sense of distance from desire; an aching and alienating timelessness. Yet these suggestions - the fidgety editing, characters as uncanny placeholders…