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Jana 2022-12-30 12:00:54

Caden rehearses a scene, he gives out each actor a small piece of paper and then ask them to follow the instructions on the paper written by himself. He says that “each day I will hand you a paper. It will tell you what happened to you that day. You felt a lump in your breast. You looked at your wife and saw a stranger, et cetera,” (Synecdoche New York 01:02:26–01:02:32). In this way, seventeen years have passed, and the play still keeps on rehearsing. Those actors begin to ask “when are we gonna get an audience in here? It's been 17 year,” (Synecdoche New York 01:02:36–01:02:41). Obviously , those actors cannot feel meaning of this great work and are psychologically exhausted because Caden's work devours everyone's patience and energy little by little. And Caden replies by saying “all right, I'm not excusing myself from this either.I will have someone play me,” (Synecdoche New York 01:02:47–01:02:50). Caden feels that God arranges his life in this way: one instruction a day, but the ultimate purpose is unknown. The play keeps cycling in this way, even the actor began to play the actor. Eventually Caden and custodian Ellen exchange their identities, Ellen becomes director Caden, and Caden becomes custodian Ellen.

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Synecdoche, New York quotes

  • Sammy Barnathan: I've watched you forever, Caden, but you've never really looked at anyone other than yourself. So watch me. Watch my heart break. Watch me jump. Watch me learn that after death there's nothing. There's no more watching. There's no more following. No love. Say goodbye to Hazel for me. And say it to yourself, too. None of us has much time.

  • [over radio]

    Millicent Weems: What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this.

    Millicent Weems: Walk.

    Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are...

    Millicent Weems: Gone.