lol, you make a lot of uncalled for stupid, degrading assumptions about people you know that? Honestly, go **** yourself ya little pretentious ****. For your information I DO watch a lot of movies, and I DO like to think about an analyze them. What I don't like is a movie that's screen play feels like nothing more than mental masturbation. Synedouche doesn't craft any sort of believability within its world. I'm fine with absuridst things, but even within absurd art there is a sense of concrete world. I'm somehow suppose to believe that this one man has followed our main character for all these years, knowing that this play would be created, or that the psychiatrist is some kind of deity? There are select few, and rather pointless, sections of the movie that have this magic reality quality that the rest of the movie doesn't adhere too, destroying any sense of congenuity to me. One moment I feel like I'm watching John Steinbeck (cold, harsh, and painfully realistic) the next I'm suddenly delving into the world of Italo Calvino and Umberto Eco (full of a world of unreal things, crafted in a believable sense).
I too could write a book of my complaints I have with this movie, though that would mean I'd have to watch it again, (though do note that none of that goes towards the cast, Hoffman is up and beyound my favorite actor alive and working today) and I'd rather drag myself through Interiors by Woody Allen, because at least then I would be watching a good movie.
lol like that matters.
