Synecdoche, New York

In a select group of weirdest films I have seen, I can't really recommend this one as it's glum glum glum, although I didn't NOT enjoy it, exactly (enjoy is the wrong word if ever there was one). Although somewhat interesting, mostly it's glum. The main character is selected for a MacArthur grant (take note, Lucia - apparently you are doing it wrong) and spends the rest of his life building New York in a series of warehouses to serve as the set for the analysis in play form he has written about his life. Echos of relationships - someone plays him, someone plays her (and her), other people play the same parts ... then he stops playing himself...

"Hey, Caden - when are we going to get an audience in here?
It's been seventeen years."

Labels: Netflix