Film

Synecdoche, New York

Name: Synecdoche, New York
Genre: Drama
Released: 2008
Cast: Philip Seymour Hoffman, Samantha Morton, Michelle Williams, Catherine Keener, Emily Watson

Charlie Kaufman's directorial debut turns a theatre director's midlife unraveling into an ever-expanding replica of his own life, built inside a warehouse that keeps swallowing more of the real world. It's dense, sad, deliberately disorienting, and unafraid to make you work. Watch it wanting cinema that argues with itself about mortality and art — not comfort.

TMDb rating

7.5

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