Synecdoche, New York

There’s too much to dissect in this work to even begin trying to explain what it “means”, to say nothing of how insulting it is to insist “Synecdoche” can only be appreciated with a concrete explanation. A house perpetually on fire is a recurring setting, major plot points occur between scenes, and one emotional sequence involves someone blowing bubbles—suffice to say there’s a lot going on in these two hours. What’s unassailable, love it or hate it, is that “Synecdoche” forces you to feel something and question yourself and your values. Arguably impenetrable, and also an empathic, brilliant work.

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