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Synecdoche, New York
The House Next Door —
... a blessed fade-to-white) some retrospective resonance. Not to say that the previous 120 minutes of poseur artistry (begetting 4 minutes of genuine invention) is improved so much as given a finish (an elating flourish) it doesn’t deserve. Para-referencing Herzog’s Stroszek, the music does the heavy lifting though the headless chickens dance. ______________________________________________ To read the rest of the review at UnderGroundOnline (UGO), click here.
VINYL IS PODCAST #5: More synecdoches, more f-words, more more.
VINYL IS HEAVY —
... rhapsodize Kaufman's achievement, such as it is, with this picture; on the flips, an element of me was eager to indulge the "piss off" stance of my buddy Keith Uhlich, but not the "fuck you" of Rex Reed (no link needed for that bile). For all the yucky destitution of narcissistic projection, for all the death and dying, for all that kinda bores me (as well as Jen) with all that, there are some truly great moments, and cool tropes, as can be expected with Kaufman. The narcissistic projection, for one, works brilliantly: Philip Seymour Hoffman's Caden reading books as he imagines ...
The Life of the Mined: On Synecdoche, New York (Part 2)
Like Anna Karina's Sweater —
... review above, which goes on to refer to fans of the film as "nerds and fashion-sheep." Reading through the negative reviews, I find the same criticisms over and over -- humorless, pretentious, overly-ambitious, depressing -- combined with an unwillingness to, well, search for meaning behind the images. (The perpetually burning house triggered a flippant dismissal from many.) But how to explain the outright hostility towards the film? (Yes, Keith, I'm looking at you.) Could it be that that the film hits too close to home, or causes, against one's will, ...
