synecdoche, new york is one of the most incredible magic trick mindfucks in the history of cinema, anchored by one of the greatest screenplays ever, that plays one of the biggest, funniest, saddest, and cruelest allegories on it’s audience. forget eternal sunshine, this is charlie kauffman’s masterpiece.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
‘I used to be a brother’ 😭😭😭😭😭
when they cut to efron’s face in that final scene, i lost it. im talking full on uncontrollable ugly cry. so much so that when the credits rolled, and people walked by, i had to tip my hat over my face because i was a complete and utter puddle. no movie this year has made me feel what i felt in that moment. and the entire walk through the cinema, outside across the…
