𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕞 (𝕃𝕖𝕠) 𝕧𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℤ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟’s review published on Letterboxd:
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After I finished showing this to my dad he said: "I guess it's a film about how people can worry about the smallest things in life."
I thought for a second and replied: "Yeah... that's about one percent of the film, but yeah."
Really, Synecdoche, New York is an enigma if their ever was one. It indeed touches on the smallest tidbits that make up our lives, but it definitely also tries to comprehend the greater idea of the meaning of life. It replays the impact of birth, life and (most obviously) death into a never-ending cycle. It's true. Painfully true, but also hilariously true. It could be seen as an existential drama, a dark comedy and even a horror film of sorts (especially to the artists, the creative thinkers of this world). It makes fun of the human experience and it haunts you with its almost incomprehensible, metafictional, post-apocalyptic display of a quickly aging world. Aging happens on the outside, it is visible to us, yet as much as it is visible it is invisible. We can often only guess at what happens on the inside, how people truly perceive the world, as they let it roll through their brain and come up with interpretations of their experiences. One interpretation isn't the other and eventually, there can't even really be a right or wrong, a true or false.
In Synecdoche, New York, as life begins to imitate art in an endless cycle of copying, repeating and transforming, the answer to the question what all life means, might seem lost, perhaps it is, but it is still shown that humankind won't give up dealing with it. In our times of heightened perception, intense globalization and what not, the quest for the answer may be more of a struggle to find than it was in "simpler times" before us, but as Caden Cotard shows us, in his lifelong, unending, massive meta-play. It is still very much among us. Sometimes clearly seen and sometimes blatantly ignored because of our simple human minds wanting simpler human things.
So, perhaps I just wrote a very roundabout explanation of what Synecdoche, New York tried to tell, perhaps I am too tired to writing anything more cohesive and this is just the tip of the iceberg. The fact is that everything exists, no matter what. We may not see it yet, we may never see it. Perhaps it will only make sense at the very end or perhaps it never will.
But it's there.
No matter what.