I let myself fall into Synecdoche, New York. Maybe nine other people in the theater and nothing to worry about for tomorrow: that's a good combination for getting absorbed. The film is certainly more ambitious than any “big” movie I've seen in a while; at this scale, success and flawlessness are a little bit beside the point. In a month, I'm sure I'll have an opinion; in fact, it will probably be a very strong opinion in one direction or the other. Right now, I'm just enjoying the way that lights and people look so different—and never the same again—after you find your way out of the depths of a film.
(I remember when I saw The Silence Before Bach in Greenwich Village, and while Bach's music was still in my bones I came outside and found that snowflakes were spinning to the Cello Suites.)
Hard to categorize, more or less.
Political, more or less.
Theological, more or less.
Philosophical, more or less.
Funny, more or less.
About Me
- william randolph brafford
- Baltimore, Maryland, United States
- I grew up in North Carolina, home of the world's best barbecue, indie rock, and regional soft drinks.
2 comments:
On a completely unrelated note, I think this post on secular conservatism is crying out for some of your patented MacIntyre-infused commentary:
http://www.amconmag.com/larison/2008/12/03/the-secular-right/
Just sayin'
I saw this movie and thought about asking you if you had seen it but then I didn't but now I know I should.
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