Synecdoche, New York is one of the finest films I have ever seen and deserves to be remembered as both a triumph for cinema and as the crowning achievement of Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s tragically short career.
This film is not for everyone but if you are serious about cinema as an art form and open minded in your approach to what a writer, director, and actor like Hoffman can do with the medium, you will be moved significantly by this film.
Synecdoche, New York is well thought out to the extreme and it possesses an all too rare scope and depth that one can only appreciate through repeat viewings of the work.
Some may dismiss it as confusing, esoteric, or even mistake it for being shallow or cliché but it is a film with a definite purpose and drive, as opposed to being “art for art’s sake.”
This film may appeal to viewers like me immediately but I have also come to see that its true appeal really can only come through repeat viewings.
Like an excellent piece of music, I never tire of Synecdoche, New York. What goes on in and above the film never feels intangible, it seems layered. If you enjoy the film but feel as though you don’t “get it” the first time, don’t worry. Every time you watch it and devote yourself to it, you will come to see or understand some small piece that you had not thought of in a prior viewing.
The film does not mean to be mysterious or obfuscatory, it is simply dense and takes time to unpack and ponder.
I just purchased the Blu-Ray version of the film and plan to watch it for the first time in HD as soon as possible.
I’ll miss you Phillip Seymour Hoffman…