March 03, 2009
synecdoche, new york
Just caught up with Charlie Kaufman's directorial debut last night. What an amazing, dense, puzzle of a film. Scenes, moments, images, and characters still churning around in my head as I contemplate it all. Possibly one of the most surreal films to come out in a decade.....it out Lynch's David Lynch and then some.
My own interpretation is that Caden IS Ellen. We are seeing a portrayal of Ellen until the real character steps forward (and even directs his/her own death). And this only scratches the surface of the layers in the film. The burning house, the military precense, the tattoos, the psychological labels......
Look closer....
Here is a speech from the latter portion of the film, where the play Caden/Ellen is producing has all but taken over all we are watching....
"Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years! And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce...
"And they say there's no fate, but there is, it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead, or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right, but it never comes. Or it seems to, but it doesn't really.
"So you spend you time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along, something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel cherished, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is is, I feel so angry! And the truth is, I feel so...fucking..sad. And the truth is, I've felt so..fucking..hurt for so..fucking..long, and for just as long, I've been pretending I'm okay, just to get along!
"I don't know why. Maybe because...no one wants to hear about my misery...because they have their own. Well...fuck everybody. Amen."
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