Little oddities here, Kaufman’s stock in trade, divert from the story causing viewers to get hung up on the weirdness rather than the issues at play. Caden’s lifelong “on-again-off-again” love interest Hazel (Samantha Morton) purchases a house that’s literally on fire, but never burns up. Caden has a stalker (Tom Noonan ) throughout the first part of the film who at first seem to be imagined, then turns out to be real. But the audience really never knows why someone as innocuous as Caden would garner such a devotee. This sort of wackiness works in a film like Being John Malkovich where the entire premise is fantastic. But these distractions in an otherwise normal story and setting seem out of place.
So when we get to the final act, the film hasn’t really earned the right to throw around the wisdom it portends. Caden openly marvels over his profound conclusions his life in pursuit of art has produced. Statements like, “there are no extras in life, we are all the lead in our own story” and “no one wants to hear about my misery because they have their own” are thought-provoking ideas to consider. But in the mish-mash of this film these ideas fall flat.
Top it off with a bizarre conclusion and you have a movie that film students will spend years dissecting. Synecdoche, New York doesn’t give us much of the thoughtful consideration we see in some of Kaufman’s earlier work. Instead we see a lot of great actors give a lot of forgettable performances; we see a lackluster film plod through emotional issues with seeming indifference.
For Christians, self examination is part of everyday life as we endeavor to follow the tenants of our faith. Caden’s journey of self-examination leaves us with very little encouragement or insight.
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