And this movie doesn't feel like it's really much of anything. Really. I feel like a trader even saying it. But I didn't like it. I want to bang my head against the wall like Dobby for letting the words escape from my mouth, but sh*t, I just didn't get it. Synecdoche, New York is a wildly large little film about a nebbish, hypochondriac playwright (Philip Seymour Hoffman) -- who is almost turned on by Samantha Morton's bodacious box office -- and his dissatisfied wife (Catherine Keener) who leaves him and becomes an accomplished painter.
But it's not really about any of that stuff... because it's a screenplay by Charlie Kaufman, we all have to figure out what in the sam h*ll is actually happening. As you may know, Charlie wrote some of my favorite movies including Adaptation, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind and Being John Malkovich. This one, like Adaptation, becomes a recursive story but doesn't quite all come together. Maybe because it's because this is the first time he's tried to direct, but I'm thinking that no one could save this monstrosity.
FilmBender is Funny Movie Reviews. Jennifer Jason Leigh was a nice surprise in this one... slutty as always. Wish I had more to say. But I really want you to know that I tried hard to like this one... I laughed at all the right times and thought at all the others. What more could I do? Bums me out to be hatin' like this, but I guess this is really just a cry for help. Can someone help me understand this one or at least help me learn to spell it?