“The movie delivers—or, rather, embodies—an idea so good and so strong that it can be delivered in a sentence: a unified theory of jerkishness. “I’m Thinking of Ending Things” is a tragedy of character, of male character, in which a woman’s misgivings are perfect barometers of trouble. A man who’s not Mr. Right is one with whom something is seriously wrong—for all his likely virtues, his attentiveness, his sweetness, his accomplishments, his sentimentality, his intelligence, his family-mindedness, and his self-sacrificing sense of duty, he will nonetheless, at a crucial moment and in a crucial way, fuck up and ruin the woman’s life irreparably.” :: https://www.newyorker.com/culture/the-front-row/im-thinking-of-ending-things-reviewed-charlie-kaufmans-showy-quest-for-sympathy