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Charlie Kaufman and Hollywood's Merry Band of Pranksters, Fabulists and Dreamers: An Excursion Into the American New Wave by Derek Hill (Discounted Paperback from Amazon) |
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"Synecdoche, New York"
syn'ec'do'che ----
Pronunciation[si-nek-duh-kee] -noun- Rhetorical.
This definition may help to clarify this surreal film adventure that
screenwriter and first-time director Charlie Kaufman thrusts us into with the
bewilderment that comes with his mental territory (see "Adaptation," "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless
Mind").
In what would function as a prologue to the story, theatre director Caden
Cotard (Philip Seymour Hoffman) opens his staging of classic "Death of a
Salesman" to smash reviews. For his unique approach to Arthur Miller's
classic play (by using a younger cast than Miller imagined it. Cotard is a
bag of worry and indeciveness but has no trouble accepting the accolades
generated by his hit and, following that, the awarding of a "genius grant" of a
large sum of money to promote future work for the stage without financial
worries.
As he considers what that work might be, the so-far grounded reality of the
story sprouts the seeds of surreality as the idea-less genius grapples with
an as-yet unformed "next project" that will, hopefully, stagger the mind and
fulfill all expectations. The trouble is, he hasn't a clue.
So, with his nice new mogul-size bank account, he sets about to acquire a
Years pass, and the play has become about themselves, as they improvise on
Having not yet given up on restoring his family, he travels to Berlin Olive
in order to find the now completely estranged Adele and plead for his
family's return. He instead finds Maria (Jennifer Jason Leigh), Adele's
friend and possible lesbian lover, who flees from him but leads him to
Olive, now grown up to be a sex worker.
The same affect he has on women of his craft spills over to his therapist
Madeline Gravis (Hope Davis) who, behind the prim facade and the pushy
purveyor of her own health books, lies a passion for Cotard she expresses
with cheap abandon.
If things aren't already strange, with characters marrying and divorcing,
overseeing and passing judgement on actors performing them, committing
suicide and living in burning apartments, Kaufman isn't done with you and
you'll have to see it for yourself to filter its meaning and feel its effect
on your comprehension.
Beyond the sensual and the sensibility, there is the acting and the acting
corps. The ladies corralled within Kaufman's framework of increasing
distortion and hopelessness lies Keener, Morton, Williams, Davis, Jason
Leigh, Weist... doing their bit for the challenge. Nothing wrong here with
the array of talent, aided and abetted by Frederick Elmes exemplary
cinematography and suggestible music by Jon Brion.
A clue to comprehension is in the title. The cardboard city is where the
specific works as a standin for the general or the general for the specific.
Put another way, the whole, here, is used for the part or the part is used
for the whole. Get it? Can we get you anything? A dramamine? A wake-up
pill? A connection to NASA? A semester at MIT?
Don't stress yourself. There aren't necessarily clear meanings in this test
tube of multi-dimensional surreality. If you share a taste for Kaufman's
bizarre formulation of human and theatrical experience you will appreciate
his mixture of illusion with failure, the unkept promise of genius, the
residue of defeat, disappointment and melancholy. And, it's a comedy. |