Synecdoche, New York
Charlie Kaufman is an odd bird. He loves looking at the odd mind. For example, Being John Malkovich. But, this is first attempt at direction rather than writing, and basically I think he needs to go back to writing obscure things as opposed to filming obscure things. Philip Seymour Hoffman plays a playwright whose life is falling apart. His marriage is failing, he’s sick, but figuring out what’s going on in this movie is probably more than I was willing to do. It’s long. It’s over two hours. It’s obscure. It’s unpleasant, and if I were you, I’d probably skip it. One star.