Mike and I saw Synecdoche, New York this afternoon.

When it was over:

GUY BEHIND US TO HIS FRIEND, SOMEWHAT PRETENTIOUSLY: You have to be really smart to understand this film.

MIKE, TO ME: That . . . was weird.

There were things I liked about it, and I appreciated what (I think) it was saying about life and art, but it was pretty weird. I think Ebert is right that it would take more than one viewing to really get it, and I don’t think I want to devote that kind of time to seeing it again. Philip Seymour Hoffman is amazing, and he gave a great performance in this film, but I never feel very sympathetic towards his characters. I wish he would play a character that I like.

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