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.)