The one movie I saw in the theaters over the break was Synecdoche, NY, which I found profoundly moving in spite of the fact that the main character was plainly repellant.
I’m not sure I can write a review of it; I’d be more interested in having a conversation about it over drinks (of which I’ve had two already, but very much ready for more).
But I did want to get the answer to one question: has anyone else noticed a distinct similarity between Charlie Kaufman’s movie and Kazuo Ishiguro’s masterwork, The Unconsoled, one of my all-time favorite books?
If not, then I may have the hook for a review. If so, then please direct me to the other person who has made this connection, so I can read what, right now, I’m having a hard time figuring how to write.