Charlie Kaufman is a man who understands the idea of the human existence in a way that won't be fully be able to accepted among the rest of the world because we all believe that the idea of life is that we just simply have to make the most of it for our own needs and sometimes the needs of others. When in actuality life is a giant stage for us to preform the pain, happiness, laughter, sadness, and pure angry towards our own existence.

And the audience is in the distant future, waiting for our stories to be finished only to then fade into the rest of the unknown entity that is death who is the director and stage…

Get busy living, or get busy dying.

Weeks lost in one cut, years lost between scenes, lives lost in a blink of an eye. Time is slipping through our fingers. You may mind your own problems, sort your own miseries as if they are the only thing in this world worthy of your attention. You may play pretend; pretend you are a fairy, or an actor, or an actor playing an actor playing an actor. Set a daily routine for yourself as a distraction from the fact that we are all hurtling towards death. Still, before you know it, reality will catch up with you. You will suddenly wake up on what soon to be your own deathbed and realize…

”I know how to do it now. There are nearly thirteen million people in the world. None of those people is an extra. They're all the leads of their own stories. They have to be given their due.”

In the short story “On Exactitude in Science” by Jorge Luis Borges, he tells us how in an empire, the art of cartography reached such a degree of accuracy that cartographers came to make a map of the entire territory that occupied exactly the space of the empire itself. Despite its perfection, the gigantic map became useless, so the following generations delivered it to the Inclemency of the Sun and the Winters. In the deserts of the West, torn leftovers of the…

Continuing with my search for 'grand scale experiments' I ended up watching Synecdoche, New York.

And the film rightfully bears that tag. Its antithetical narrative approach—sidestepping logic yet not fully entering the realm of dreams, stretching time to a point it loses its guiding qualities, obfuscating our sense of place by barely showing us any establishing shots, disregarding essential 'rules' of storytelling, and well, many other things too. All these things work together to create a rather experimental, obfuscated, whirling film, like nothing I've seen before. And that's a brilliance I can't deny.

Yet... unlike Mr. Nobody—a comparison I'm obliged to draw, not because the films share any similarities, but because of the unreal circumstances that surround both films—the 'grand…

"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."

Fuck, it is difficult to wrap my around my head around this movie. There's no sense of timeline, years go by like they're weeks, everything concentrated by the protagonist's perception of what his own life is. It's a devastating movie, and not a pleasant watch because it's cruel and cold. Everything happening on frame seems so ordinary and the characters meandering in it are aimless and out of control. The unpleasant part being in how much…