by jjh

It’s no marvy minute against the veil for me to affirm that it’s difficult to stand, markedly in its B half, when the account-within-a-gag and all the doppelgängers within reach a tipping go out of one's way to where they start to trifle away coherence. And the troubles aren’t alleviated by Kaufman’s directorial look, which mimics Thwart Jonze’s unfussy, excessively colourless path to shooting his scripts; this complements the occasion-of-points surrealism that bleeds into his characters’ lives, but in Synecdoche , it can be suffocating, too, to be denied the cinematic magnificence of what Caden is creating. Maybe a more typical use will happen when (or if) Kaufman directs again, but my wisdom is that he was so consumed with the down-to-earth challenges of making this cover (which was independently financed, in besides to being barking mad logistically) that he wanted to keep the shooting as righteous as imaginable.