Kaufman... You-you okay buddy? Better than Shrek 3

Wow.

“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:

I feel like my brain got it but I need to rewatch so I could feel it too

I AM DONE.

This is truly the definition of “Art” in its purest form. A film that is truly remarkable in every sense and a writing that is truly unconventional. No matter how much I praise this film, it weirdly seems like I am criticising it. That sense of surrealism in the filmmaking affected me in a surreal way. The only way I can truly know that I have praised enough is when I meet Charlie Kaufman and salute him for making me feel this way. I am damn sure this film will always be remembered and whatever it says about (at times metaphorically) accepting our mortality, loneliness, creative work over family connections leads to what?  It’s mindblowingly tragic and one of the greatest films ever made.

Trying to put Synecdoche, New York into words is as impossible as creating a theatre piece about Everything, in the search for everything, one tends to face nothing, an obstacle or a finality… I will try to avoid Caden’s mistake, where he tries to incorporate the everything in his work, and instead I’ll focus on my thoughts and the little interpretations of mine. Somehow, amid the structural chaos, the movie finds a way to flow seamlessly, where Time itself is in shambles, years blip in seconds, moments echoes in repetition, you try to understand the way it moves and you realise Time is being selective, choosing what to preserve and what to let fade, according to what or to whom? I don’t know. What I do know is that someone is fighting, a mission to capture one’s self against the misfortunes of life, yet it gets misguided, turns into a parody of the very thing it sought to capture, in this play everything loops around, sets become homes, actors become people and directors turn into actors, a play to represent it all, a part to play the whole.