
Synecdoche, New York2008
Aug 30, 2026 · imported from Import
“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you'll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved.” Can’t even to think of where to begin with this movie. I will say though that this is my 4th Kaufman (written and/or directed), and I see a lot of recurring elements. Here they are:
- Kaufman loves to have the main character a middle-aged white male and has some type of creativeness and/or philosophical knowledge. This character tends to be depressed, lonely, has life full of regrets, and is self-loathing over their life’s failure. And can never seem to have the women he loves love him back.
- He deals with conscious in a very unique way. All his films I’ve seen seem to start out normal and is quickly flipped on its head and then leaves you wondering what just happened. In addition to conscience, he also interconnects this with societal issues and almost points the finger at you, making you stop and reflect on your own life and your role in society.
- I think he loves redheads. More specifically curly red heads.
- Wallpaper. Kaufman freaking loves wallpaper.