Synecdoche, NY 3

The longest two hours I’ve had in a movie this year. For 15 minutes the film showed promise, with Charlie Kaufman-trademark quirkiness leavening Philip Seymour Hoffman and Catherine Keener’s dysfunctional marriage. Then the MacArthur grant arrives and the few remaining tethers to reality are cut loose, leaving us nothing to care about. People are not who we think they are, nor is time. The world is a stage, or maybe the stage is a world. By the time we see that the story is going nowhere, slowly, all we can think of is where we can go, fast.

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