Synopsis
A theater director struggles with his work, and the women in his life, as he attempts to create a life-size replica of New York inside a warehouse as part of his new play.
A theater director struggles with his work, and the women in his life, as he attempts to create a life-size replica of New York inside a warehouse as part of his new play.
Philip Seymour Hoffman Samantha Morton Jennifer Jason Leigh Michelle Williams Catherine Keener Emily Watson Tom Noonan Sadie Goldstein Hope Davis Dianne Wiest Stanley Krajewski Kristen Bush Alice Drummond Amy Wright Deirdre O'Connell Elizabeth Marvel Charles Techman Tom Greer Josh Pais Lynn Cohen Jerry Adler Daisy Tahan Frank Girardeau Peter Friedman Daniel London Robert Seay Stephen Adly Guirgis Joe Lisi Michael Medeiros Show All…
John Bair Glenn Allen Mark Russell Roopesh Gujar Richard Friedlander Jesh Murthy Paloma Añoveros Eric J. Robertson Renuka Ballal Scott Frankel
Philip Stockton Dror Gescheit Eugene Gearty Drew Kunin Reilly Steele Kam Chan Marko Costanzo George A. Lara Jamie Baker
Kis-nagy világ, New York, Iscenesat, 紐約浮世繪, 纽约提喻法, Нью-Йорк, Нью-Йорк, 시네도키, 뉴욕, New York i et nøtteskall, Synecdoche, New York - todas las vidas, mi vida, Sinédoque, Nova Iorque, סינקדוכה, ניו יורק, Synecdoche, New York, New York Yanılsamaları, Synekdocha, Nowy Jork, 脳内ニューヨーク, Синекдоха, Ню Йорк, Sinekdoki, Niujorkas, Nueva York en escena, นายนักคิด กับโลกเนรมิตกลางเมือง, Sinédoque, Nova York, Η Συνεκδοχή της Νέας Υόρκης, Sinegdoha, New York, Sünekdohh, New York
“the end is built into the beginning”
the most ridiculous thing about living is that childhood is its own eternity and then suddenly you’re an adult. time moves faster and faster and life is sectioned off into sleeping eating working blinking repeating, and deja vu happens more and more. i forget what day of the week it is all the time. i sleep until after 5pm some days just because i can. i can go into a store and buy whatever they’ll let me and whatever i have the money for. nothing means anything but also everything means something. i work so hard and get paid almost nothing. i stare into space between customers and think of being somewhere else.…
Watched this morning and have since been going back, rewatching scenes, figuring out how to write this review, and reading up on some other people's takes. This film is much bigger and more personal than...anything I've seen in my life. To summarize everything I have to say about this and everything it meant to me in one review would be absolutely silly. Will probably be making a video on it soon, but even that won't do it justice. Something (many things) about this film is too powerful, too personal, and too honest for me to put into words. Sometimes you just know when you've seen the best movie you've ever seen, that's what happened with Synecdoche, New York. Why am I so sad?
someone, eventually: why do u like this movie so much
me: i have depression
Charlie Kaufman movies are really cool because they make you sob uncontrollably and regret all your life choices and also there's a silly man sleeping in the basement of a house that's on fire. That's not a good place to sleep, sillyhead!
i’m too delirious for dis shit rn fuck ass movie convinced me to ask out my crush and he said no I hope u fuckers are happy
damn charlie kaufman pick a struggle
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This is Charlie Kaufman's crowning achievement. It is not only his best film to date, it is one of the best films I have ever seen.
I rarely come across films anymore that manage to ensnare me in a narrative so disjointed, yet so enthralling I cannot help but be absorbed by it wholly. This film stretches the medium to its limits in a non-obfuscating way that is refreshing, unique and despite the deep layers it possesses, accessible in so far that there is an appealing and universal truth at the surface of it all.
Creation is art is life.
Kaufman's story has to be a film. It was created purposefully for it and he understands the medium so well.…
Get busy living, or get busy dying.
Weeks lost in one cut, years lost between scenes, lives lost in a blink of an eye. Time is slipping through our fingers. You may mind your own problems, sort your own miseries as if they are the only thing in this world worthy of your attention. You may play pretend; pretend you are a fairy, or an actor, or an actor playing an actor playing an actor. Set a daily routine for yourself as a distraction from the fact that we are all hurtling towards death. Still, before you know it, reality will catch up with you. You will suddenly wake up on what soon to be your own deathbed and realize…
"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 it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth 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…
we out here sad as fuck on a monday morning
Charlie Kaufman's The Rehearsal.
Conceptually complicated, thematically rich, structurally audacious, and often bleakly funny, and still I find it as suffocating and unforgiving as Charlie Kaufman appears to find his own life.