Jeepers! Creepers! Kaufman's Got My Peepers!

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I've been attempting to moderate my enthusiasm over the release of Synecdoche, New York, which is coming out this weekend here in NYC, since word's been so very mixed... but this quote from a preview of what's coming out this weekend at Defamer is not letting me be so calm:

"...the confounding appeal of screenwriter Charlie Kaufman's directorial debut Synecdoche, New York will likely never play at the box office. But in Philip Seymour Hoffman's performance as a theater director attempting to stage his life's work despite a wayward wife (Catherine Keener), a quickly jaded paramour (Michellle Williams), a fragmented lover/aide (Samantha Morton, giving way to doppelganger Emily Watson), black holes in the time/space continuum and a variety of debilitating physical ailments, you will find the anchor in both the saddest, sweetest perplexity of Kaufman's career and quite possibly the best American film of the year. Just as no volume of words can or even should describe what's happening here (though we will try in our love letter to come later today), we can't recommend enough that you find two hours in your weekend — and then however many years of contemplation afterward — to accommodate this masterpiece."

I really, really want to like this movie. Reactions are so all over the map! Whatever will occur? Find out next week when I've seen it and I tell your asses. (It's like a cliffhanger and shit! Exciting!)
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