Synecdoche NY was unfortunately a bit of a let down. It all the pieces that I expect from a great Charlie Kaufman film, but it didn’t really do anything with them. I suppose artistically speaking it was quite something, but it wasn’t really what I was looking for. I think I was looking for something with a bit of closure, even the the usual Charlie Kaufman sense where not everyone (or not anyone) ends up any better in the end than when they started. What Synecdoche ultimately offers is a plot that slowly and methodically unravels until all that is left is pure metaphor. And the metaphor itself is good and something I can relate to as a creative person. I guess I was just expecting more. Probably the strangest thing about the movie was the very end. It had a very abrupt ending, even for a Kaufman film and the entire audience just kind of sat there during the credit crawl, not something you see much these days. It was as if everyone in the room at that moment was grasping for that last straw that never came or like me, were sitting there combining the base elements that had been revealed at the culmination of the crucible that was the film; rolling them around in their head to find not necessarily satisfaction, but understanding. As I said, it was certainly a decent film, but it is the toughest Kaufman film to watch and a departure from the watchably esoteric films he has written previously.
On the complete flip side from Synecdoche, I saw Zack and Mirri Make a Porno this past weekend, Kevin Smith’s return to irreverent comedy and no, I don’t count Clerks 2 because it doesn’t actually exist … in my mind at least. Zack and Mirri is the movie Kevin Smith should have made instead of Dogma, Jersey Girl, and Clerks 2; Jay and Silent Bob gets a pass for being completely absurd. This is the kind of film that made me love Kevin Smith movies, this is on par with Chasing Amy. Now grant you, the plot is entirely predictable, and much of the humor terribly low brow, but this is Smith’s element, making low brow verbose and theatrical like some potty mouthed New Jersey Shakespeare. Zack and Mirri is the formulaic “feel good” comedy for people of my generation and it doesn’t fail to deliver. If you like this sort of thing, then you should see it. If you’ve been waiting for Kevin Smith to get is act together, he has. If you want to see the best use of a Pixies song in a movie since Fight Club, here it is.
I’m probably going to end up dumping Rocknrolla off my “to see” list in the theatre and just catch it on DvD at this point, same with What Just Happened. Considering the relatively watered down fair at the movies this season along with the fact that I’ve been mildly disappointed with almost everything I’ve seen this year, I just don’t think I have it in me to sit through another film that doesn’t live up to my expectations. I’d rather stay home and watch Stranger Than Fiction for the 10th time. I suppose there’s still Slumdog Millionaire, which purportedly has Oscar buzz, and the David Fincher film with the really long name about the guy who grows younger, but other than that I just can’t see making an effort anymore. December’s got a couple big movies in it, The Day The Earth Stood Still, for one and Yes Man for the other … ok, ok I guess I’m somewhat interested in Australia despite Bahz Luhrman’s utter pretentiousness. Yes Man though, while it looks like a typical Jim Carrey vehicle, has a chance to transcend the screwball comedy genre and at least be half as meaningful as Stranger Than Fiction … that and Zooey Deschannel is in it and well, that’s all I need to know.
Until then, I’m done with movies this year though. Maybe I should shift my focus back to dating, the only other area of my life that has been more disappointing so far this year. I would say I need a vacation right about now, but I’ve already taken one recently and it didn’t take. I just need a new outlook on life, but I think I’ve been saying that for quite a while now. Meh … I don’t want to get into it now anyway. Maybe next time.
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