Wierd Movies I Have Seen

Altho it might seem I have lived at the theatre this weekend I haven't. I did sew a bunch of bellydance costumery and decorate *the* most awesome baby shower cake ever made.

Nevertheless, I have seen one of the maddest films of my life last night. I laughed. I cried. It did not change my life, but it did confuse me ever so slightly in a wierd but witty way. It really was a mad film in the truest sense of the word.

Synedoche, New York is a movie about the life of a rather pathetic theatre director who attempts to create a lifesize working replica of a city in New York, with actors for all, to tell all their stories, including hiis own. The characters are odd and funny...but the lines between the real New York and the fake one get more and more confused over time... I enjoyed this film, but found it almost too much at times...mostly because the lead character, Caden was so incredibly inescapably pathetic. Coming from the same guy who wrote Human Nature, Being John Malkovich, Adaptation and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I suppose I should have expected this...it's his directing debut. And an odd one at that...


Geosomin said…
This quote from the end of the film kind of sums it up:
"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'll 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 is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are 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. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved. And the truth is I'm so angry and the truth is I'm so fucking sad, and the truth is I've been so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long have been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own, and their own is too overwhelming to allow them to listen to or care about mine. Well, fuck everybody. Amen. "

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