Now if you are as big a Charlie Kauffman follower, Synecdoche New York will send your head reeling. The movie has been criticized as Charlie’s directorial debut and therefore has some fallacies, however I completely disagree. I wonder if Charlie agrees with the criticism, three years after production.

What seems to be a stretch in the second half is more of an entry for the audience from a perspective that was half outside to more inside into Caden Cotard. By the time the movie was close to the finish line, I as an audience could feel Caden, his frustration, my frequency touched the best of resonance.

If I can describe what my feeling as an audience was,

‘I felt what it must be like to be completely helpless. What it must be like when you are feeble, old and can’t change one rut of a thing that has gone sour. You can feel sorry for things forty years back, but you can’t do anything. And it gets even worse when your physical self starts failing you. And at one point of time you indeed are playing out your script, bereft of the world around you.’ … “click…NOW DIE”