Synonymous impulses... recurring wounds... and broken love

Buster 2022-08-21 20:03:12

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It's a fascinating movie I'm so glad I watched it for the first time last night, and I'm interested in watching it again any night in the future.

The most immediate personal feelings are: It's not a film with a director as the protagonist but a story about a screenwriter. The

film shows the kind of balance between order and chaos

Negative relationships are

like opening the door to a labyrinth that amazes me



but anyway first of all this can be seen as a film about a screenwriter A screenwriter

who puts all the audience on the stage

A naked exposure of curiosity, fear of life , the screenwriter who dissects holds his

'regret' for the work in his hands until the last moment

he has no audience

because he has always been a "screenwriter"

his subject is deranged

his allegory faces failure



if read a work itself The prehistory that will bring the audience into a history

is that there is no audience, but the director of the film is trying to present that tragic prehistory.

The paradox is that the way of presentation is not a line drawing, but

a metaphor. The key to a metaphor is to be close to the truth

and His truth is confusion



. When will the audience be introduced? Someone asked him

and he knew very well that there would be no audience because all the "audience" he longed for was gone and not in his life

which was precisely the source of his allusive impulse

to act as their actor on the stage of his allegory but only an actor

The actress who couldn't be his audience but wanted to be his audience ended up paradoxically disappearing from his stage

This chaotic and paradoxical relationship is subtly manifested through play-in-play



until the appearance of Follower (Mike) Cleaner (Ellen) in the second half.

His huge play finally became a dream

. What he got What he got is: understand his own Failed



He said to the last woman in his life I finally know how this drama is going

I'm going to schedule it for one night The two of us finally got together at the

cost of "killing" past followers And the sudden happiness makes the hero's life metaphor rush to the climax, but it also declares

his biggest failure. His fantasy drama

collapsed overnight. His lover died . The only thing he has left of the created Cleaner is to clean his scars . The simplest truth is that the line I love you reduces the drama of his life to one-- Typic's impulse to clean the scars and that broken love




























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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.