Michael Jones’s review published on Letterboxd:
Wow. Prepare for a load of incoherent ramblings, because I'm not entirely sure that I know what just happened. But what I am sure of, is that I just watched one of the greatest films ever made. Kaufman's high-concept filmmaking finds a home in massive existentialism. The scope here is enormous, yet intimate and human. And the film is full of juxtapositions of that kind. And that's just how Kaufman works. It's at once about the insignificance of human life, yet also about the importance of the individual. Kaufman's world isn't interested in being one that exists among us. Time moves in a manner which makes no sense to us. Caden says that his play isn't just about death. It's about love. It's about everything. Kaufman seems to have a greater grasp on the human condition than anybody else has. He has a certain empathy, an understanding on an incredible scale. Synecdoche, New York is absurd, it's darkly comic, tragically sad, and ultimately brilliant. What 2001: A Space Odyssey did for the history of humanity, Synecdoche, New York did for the human condition.