How often do you confront a film that offers a view of life, death, character, identity, love, loss and real estate, then slowly takes you into a surreal realm that, oddly, has even more to do with the life you lead? A movie that challenges you to think and grow-- then rewards your effort with such consistency, intelligence and feeling that you emerge from the experience blessed in a manner that most movies never approach. Consider this a rave review.
I am in awe of Charlie Kaufman (above), who, as a writer, has now outdone everything he's given us previously -- which was very good indeed: Being John Malkovich, Human Nature, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Adaptation and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind).
His latest film, SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK, just out on DVD, for which Kaufman acted as both writer and director, suggests that he may be by far the best interpreter of his own work. His conception seems to me so original, and its follow-through so correct, that Synecdoche (pronounce it with the same lilt and accentuation as you would the city of Schenectady: sin-NECK-duh-chee) becomes one of those rare films in which, even when you may not always follow it intellectually, you'll still manage to stay on-track psychologically and emotionally.
All photos are from the film, except for that of Mr. Kaufman, top, by Steve Granitz - © WireImage.com - Image courtesy WireImage.com