Synecdoche, New York

Synecdoche, New York ★★★★★

"I will be dying and so will you, and so will everyone here. That's what I want to explore. We're all hurtling towards death, yet here we are for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we're going to die, each of us secretly believing we won't."

I can't even really begin to put into words what I just witnessed, but I'll try. Roger Ebert called this film the best of the last decade, and I'm not sure whether I agree with him, but there is no denying that it has a solid fucking claim to that title.

Utterly incomprehensible, perplexing, frustrating, baffling, esoteric and undeniably challenging - much of what I saw could not be understood by my mind. That being said, my heart was ripped to pieces and thrown down a flight of stairs, before being feasted on by a pack of primitive cannibals who then set it ablaze and scattered my ashes to the seas. It's mind-blowing, with a staggering cumulative emotional power. I expect to watch this film numerous times before I even begin to scratch the surface, but I can wholeheartedly say this:

Synecdoche, New York is one of the best films I have ever seen.

Imbued with dense and meaty ideas, the imagination and creativity here know no bounds. There are lines of dialogue that are so perfectly written and constructed, you can barely believe it. But you can, because this is Charlie fucking Kaufman, one of the most brilliant writers to ever set foot upon this planet. The directing is solid, and the score is beautifully composed. Performance wise, it's a stunning showing. Phillip Seymour Hoffman left this plane too soon, but goddamn did he leave us with a staggering body of work. He's the heart and soul of this movie, and he delivers completely and totally. This might be the best performance of his illustrious career.

This film will be analyzed to death for decades to come, and I imagine I'll be in on that discussion, because this is the type of film that stays in your mind long after the credits roll. Understanding this film will be a goal in my life, because I feel like there is enough here to warrant a multitude of revisits.

Creation. Birth. Guilt. Loss. Regret. Failure. Loneliness. Isolation. Hopes. Dreams. Trial. Error. Art. Imitation. Ambition. Death. Synecdoche, New York is all of these things and more. A marvel, from beginning to end.

I think I'll watch it again.