Had I known Kaufman a few years earlier, I would have worshipped him like a god. But now I feel that these are just typical Kaufman games, the camera in front of the camera, his subject matter, his picture-in-picture, play-in-play, play-in-play-in-play, always about himself. This screenwriter is so obsessed with his distress and loneliness that he can't see anything but himself.
When the stalker who will play Caden shows up, you can almost hear Kaufman's ghost whispering in his ear, isn't that beautiful? It's homely narcissism. Yet even the ghosts came to scold him, You've never really looked at anyone other than yourself.
But isn't that the truth? Whether it's news, entertainment, or academia, everyone wants to be a camera behind a camera, and the result is just another arrogance. Kaufman may be narcissistic, but honest.
…Maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Here again the ghost lolling, but still no one's watching you, except yourself.
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