"I know how to do it now. There are nearly thirteen million people in the world. None of those people is an extra. They're all the leads of their own stories. They have to be given their due."
I think we’d all like to have a little more control in our lives. Maybe we’d like to be able to make millions, or defy the swift hand of death and disease. Yet, we really only have control over ourselves and that will never cease to be. But, some men and women make a living by controlling the lives of others. Said people are also known as writers. Aside from God, writers are one of the few entities that have control over their world completely. This is obvious not only because they construct the world their story takes place in, but also the characters that inhabit it. Furthermore, the writer dictates the actions and situations the characters find themselves in, and implicitly they understand everything that happens. This notion is something that escapes us in everyday life as we yearn for something meaningful to find in our lives. Perhaps writers are lacking any sense of internal locus of control, or maybe I’m reaching beyond the notion that writers just want to tell a story. But, in the case of Charlie Kaufman’s labyrinth film “Synecdoche, New York”, a sense of control very well may be the driving force behind the film’s main character, Caden Cotard (Phillip Seymour Hoffman). In “Synecdoche”, you’re guaranteed to see one of the most ambitious films within the last decade. Featuring the typical Kaufman mind fuck screenplay, “Synecdoche” is a film that is nearly impenetrable, as it throws countless thematic arcs at us and seemingly transitions through time at inordinate speeds. If you thought Kaufman’s previous work was mind boggling, it doesn’t come even close to matching the narrative structure he achieves here.