Greg Fasking

Watched “I’m thinking of ending things” on Netflix last night. Not for everyone, but I thought it was a decent execution of a difficult task. I usually dismiss, out of pocket, anything that references David Foster Wallace. Our personalities didn’t mesh well in the halls of ISU. Now that he’s killed himself, I’m supposed to feel even more guilty for not recalling him with reverence. Anywho, the movie is fun if you’re into artsy and aren’t turned off by authors/screenwriters who desperately need to come across as smart, well read and in possession of good taste. The plot line is a little more obvious than I suspect Iain Reid intended, but one shouldn’t fault filmmakers for seeking an audience.