metalsonata
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The GF and I put together an interesting double feature this past weekend: Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy (2004) and American Psycho (2000). At a cursory glance the two have nothing in common, but it doesn't take much grasping for the similarities to settle into place. And by similarities I mean not only thematic similarities (male-dominated professions, rampant sexism, shallow pretensions of intelligence) but even similarities in events/plot points (kicked dogs, emotional and difficult to understand public pay phone outbursts, violent fantasies that may actually be real, etc.) The more you think about it the more the two align--it made for a pretty weird night of movie-watching. Anyways, I'd rate Anchorman at a 6/10 and American Psycho at 7/10. I also watched
Synecdoche, New York (2008): 7/10
As frustrating and annoying and horrifying as it is funny and poignant and intelligent. I want to like it more than I do (actually, I really do sort of love it, but I also really do sort of hate it), but I feel that Kaufman is at times straining the surreal and post-modern aspects of the production past their breaking point, which reduces some sequences of the film into fascinating and brief meditations on depressing topics that unfortunately don't connect back to the characters or the plot in any meaningful way. There's a lot of mind-bending and neat connections to be made here even if some of them are a little too obvious (Caden Cotard? Are you even trying, Kaufman?), but many of them ultimately just feel like they're tricky for tricky's sake. Luckily, a fantastic score, great production values, and top-notch acting all serve to rescue the film from its own ponderous weight, though its occasionally grotesque presentation and ultimate bleakness don't do much to make the film endearing. Indeed, it's crushingly depressing, and all the absurd black comedy and playful plot manipulations in the world don't prevent it from being one hell of a downer. Surreal psychological drama/black comedy my butt. This is a straight-up horror film, where the all-consuming immortal monsters chasing you through the black halls are Time, Miscommunication, and Psychosis.
Synecdoche, New York (2008): 7/10
As frustrating and annoying and horrifying as it is funny and poignant and intelligent. I want to like it more than I do (actually, I really do sort of love it, but I also really do sort of hate it), but I feel that Kaufman is at times straining the surreal and post-modern aspects of the production past their breaking point, which reduces some sequences of the film into fascinating and brief meditations on depressing topics that unfortunately don't connect back to the characters or the plot in any meaningful way. There's a lot of mind-bending and neat connections to be made here even if some of them are a little too obvious (Caden Cotard? Are you even trying, Kaufman?), but many of them ultimately just feel like they're tricky for tricky's sake. Luckily, a fantastic score, great production values, and top-notch acting all serve to rescue the film from its own ponderous weight, though its occasionally grotesque presentation and ultimate bleakness don't do much to make the film endearing. Indeed, it's crushingly depressing, and all the absurd black comedy and playful plot manipulations in the world don't prevent it from being one hell of a downer. Surreal psychological drama/black comedy my butt. This is a straight-up horror film, where the all-consuming immortal monsters chasing you through the black halls are Time, Miscommunication, and Psychosis.