Synecdoche New York
Directed by: Charlie Kauffman
Starring: Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Catherine Keener, Michelle Williams,
Samantha Morton, Hope Davis
Rated: R for language and some sexual content/nudity
(The following review contains minor spoilers: discretion is advised.)
Charlie Kauffman's imagination is truly remarkable, and his directoral debut Synecdoche New York is as technically stunning as a film comes. The performances are incredible, especially the splendid Philip Seymour Hoffman, Samantha Morton, and Hope Davis. The film is funny at moments, riveting at others, but it is always depressing. The film follows a man, focused on dying, depressed about life, unable to understand himself, and ultimately alone. He loses touch with reality, with himself, and wastes what little life he has trying to understand the world around him and himself through his forty year rehearsal of his epic-scale play. The most sickening aspect of the film is it's depiction of a world void of redemption; his play is never performed, his past lovers never bring love, his failed relationships never mend, his daughter never forgives, his illness never brings death, and he ultimately understands himself and life too late. With pure Nietzschean flare, life has absolutely no meaning or value. Praise God life isn't like that.
Starring: Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Catherine Keener, Michelle Williams,
Samantha Morton, Hope Davis
Rated: R for language and some sexual content/nudity
(The following review contains minor spoilers: discretion is advised.)Charlie Kauffman's imagination is truly remarkable, and his directoral debut Synecdoche New York is as technically stunning as a film comes. The performances are incredible, especially the splendid Philip Seymour Hoffman, Samantha Morton, and Hope Davis. The film is funny at moments, riveting at others, but it is always depressing. The film follows a man, focused on dying, depressed about life, unable to understand himself, and ultimately alone. He loses touch with reality, with himself, and wastes what little life he has trying to understand the world around him and himself through his forty year rehearsal of his epic-scale play. The most sickening aspect of the film is it's depiction of a world void of redemption; his play is never performed, his past lovers never bring love, his failed relationships never mend, his daughter never forgives, his illness never brings death, and he ultimately understands himself and life too late. With pure Nietzschean flare, life has absolutely no meaning or value. Praise God life isn't like that.
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