My brain is mush right now. I ought to think things over before I write a review on this.
Fast-forward a few days later.
Charlie Kaufman’s Synecdoche, New York is a gut-wrenching examination of something, something, and something. Are you lost? Well, let me help you out.
This is a movie that is a dependent creation solely made to leave every viewer in demand of producing their own theories on what it is or what it means. Specifically, there is no set answer to what is occurring in the film. It is an instinctively absurd commodity that projects dismaying quantities of confusion yet, freakish volumes of relatability.
Now, while I do respect the balls this damn brain-f*** had to even attempt to exist in this opprobrious movie world we live in today, it isn’t the type of film for me. Meaning, I didn’t necessarily, to the hilt, connect with it, but was rather frustrated with it. Surely, I have interpretations of what it means but, the presentation wasn’t digestible on my part. Then again though, opposing to personal taste, I can still clearly make out the raw brilliance within its supernatural presentation. And that in itself makes me tedious to even say it was bad. Cause…it certainly wasn’t. Not even.
Unmistakably, there are heaps of merit befalling within the narrative, however, it’s apparent that we shall simply never understand it or, to an extent, even understand how to feel about it. It’s quite tough to explain it in words but, if you’ve seen the movie, I’m about 99.9% sure you savvy what I’m talking about.
All in all though, everybody who is at least human, should be required to undergo viewing Synecdoche, New York at least once. It’s arguably unlike anything else and I feel as if Kaufman’s drift from the mainstream is important to the world of film. So, with that in mind, I respectfully hope this movie gets the support and recognition it rightfully deserves.
Synecdoche, New York features humanity’s most ambitious script yet. Does it pay off? Well, in a film only like this surreal byproduct, it all depends on the individual. Nothing but, the individual. For the first time ever, I am not going to rate a movie that I have viewed mainly because it’s near impossible to, considering it deviates from every tendency in the storytelling handbook. Therefore, I cannot even juggle my positive and negative judgments towards it without biased interferences or efficiently grade it from your average, filmmaking lens. So…
Verdict: ¿
On a sidenote though, I am absolutely psyched to see Kaufman’s adaptation of I’m Thinking of Ending Things. That novel was made for him to write and direct.
Back to Synecdoche New York. I think we can at least however, all agree that the film centers around the concept of death, time, and some other s***. What is true beyond that is unknown by anyone, quite possibly even Kaufman himself.
“Synecdoche, New York” is now available to rent and buy on Amazon Prime, Vudu, YouTube, iTunes, and Google Play.
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