Synecdoche, New York (2008)
Reviewed by Roberto Di Donato on
. Review and Trailer of the film Synecdoche, New York One of the greatest films you will ever see. It effected me on such a profound level, I can't express enough the layers of emotion I experienced throughout it...
Director: Charlie Kaufman
Starring: Philip Seymour Hoffman, Catherine Keener
One of the greatest films you will ever see. It effected me on such a profound level, I can't express enough the layers of emotion I experienced throughout it. Saying that, I have absolutely no idea what this film is about. Such as life, this one's going to take a while to put all the pieces together, but it's these individual pieces of brilliance by Charlie Kaufman that make it so good. Everything just seemed to make sense in the end.
After his wife (Catherine Keener) leaves him, Caden Cotard (Philip Seymour Hoffman), a neurotic theater director, stages an autobiographical play set in a huge warehouse amid a life-size replica of Manhattan . The play is permanently in rehearsals running parallel with his real life & introducing actors to play the people in his life, including himself.
The film starts off normal then slowly disintegrates, just like Caden. It can become a little bit frustrating trying to understand what the hell is going on but there are some individual scenes that stand out as masterful pieces of cinema. From the moment the priest does his speech near the end (see comments below for the transcript) the film began to invade my personal space. It just spoke so much at me... ROBDIDO
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 may 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. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only 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 it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along.
Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen