Michael, Rene and I went to see Synecdoche, New York tonight. It's the new Phillip Seymour Hoffman movie.
All I can say is the movie is a meta film rife with sub plots, surrealism, and double meanings. I'm not even to sure i can summarize this movie..
Death of a Salesman and the redundant and meaningless themes of Willy Loman fly overhead in wafts while Caden, played by Hoffman disintegrates slowly both physically and emotionally as he looses his wife (who leaves him for the fame of her microscopic art in Berlin) and launches into a grand production of the mundane by creating a life size version of New York inside a warehouse, with a cast of hundreds, instructed to play their roles based on slips of paper he gives them. Symbolic geatures of dopplegangers, the microscopic art he peers at with magnifying lenses and the overwhelming production of his larger than life play remind us that life is not all that it seems to be or is exactly as mundane as we feared.
Synecdoche (pronounced "si-nek-duh-kee", meaning "simultaneous understanding")
is a figure of speech in which:
* a term denoting a part of something is used to refer to the whole thing, or
* a term denoting a thing (a "whole") is used to refer to part of it, or
* a term denoting a specific class of thing is used to refer to a larger, more general class, or
* a term denoting a general class of thing is used to refer to a smaller, more specific class, or
* a term denoting a material is used to refer to an object composed of that material.
"http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2008/11/o_synecdoche_my_synecdoche.html"
Go see it.
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