Synecdoche, New York

Synecdoche, New York ★★★★★

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

- Time by Roger Waters, Richard Wright, David Gilmour, and Nick Mason. 

Every time I rewatch this, I notice something new. I love this movie in a very special way; I only love 9* other films this way. 

Kaufman has a very Vonnegut approach to everything. Life is a little melancholy and very humorous. However, life is sometimes so melancholy and sad that it overwhelms and overshadows the humor. Seeing as I love Vonnegut and Kaufman, this approach is something I feel akin to. I really need Kaufman to adapt Vonnegut, like any of his work will do.

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