Facsimiles of life
I've been postponing writing this review. I'm terrified of it. Synecdoche, New York, directed by Charlie Kaufman (writer of Being John Malkovich and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind), is a terrifying film. In its breadth it's all-encompassing. Like every Kaufman effort it spits on conventions, rejects standard structure and dares to poke uncomfortable places. It's about all of life. Real life. Fake life. There's no distinction. I'm so glad this was made, but I'm at a loss for how to put it in words. It almost feels like one of the director's own scenarios.