I gave this picture an official review at Cannes, for indieWIre, which you can check out via the link. I haven't much to add, except a couple things:
1) I don't intend an insult when I say it's the most thoroughly joyless film I've seen in...well, I actually can't recall. The Serpent's Egg, maybe? Which would be...31 years ago. Yeah, that's about right. (Name your own candidates in comments, if you like.) Synecdoche is in some respects a comic film, and it does contain a fair number of jokes, but they're all thoroughly mordant, eliciting the kind of laughter that chokes you a bit before it gets completely out of you. In spite of all its convolutions and fantastic contrivances, its pervasive atmosphere is best described by Vladimir Nabokov: "Everything is so gray, so uncomfortable, you feel [the protagonist] is in constant bladder discomfort, as old people sometimes are in their dreams. In this abject condition there is no doubt some likeness with Kafka's physically uncomfortable and dingy men. It is that limpness that is so interesting in [the] work."
Of course, having been dead since around the time of the release of The Serpent's Egg, VN could not be talking about Synecdoche, and is in fact describing the sucking stones scene in Samuel Beckett's remarkable 1951 novel Molloy. But even Molloy, unlike, say, the later The Unnameable, maintains enough of a level of detachment that the ad absurdum detail of the sucking stones scene is both howlingly funny and registers as a joke. None of the funny bits in Synecdoche register as jokes.
2) Of course Mr. Rex Reed was going to hate this picture. For one thing, it contains a shot of a character crouching by a toilet, poking at his own fecal matter, checking for blood. That's just not the kind of thing Mr. Rex Reed goes to the cinema to see. Also, Mr. Rex Reed just recently turned 70. (Happy birthday, dude!) Fact is, anybody over 40 is going to be profoundly uncomfortable with Synecdoche, NY, even as they admire it. How I envy all those in their twenties and thirties who can silkily shrug off the film's extrapolation on the old country adage: La vecchiaia e carogna.
That's the best recommendation I could have wanted - I love Serpent's Egg! (in crotchety old man voice) That's the problem with films these days, too much happiness!
Are you suggesting that Rex Reed, or anyone else over 40, might not like the film because it cuts too close to the bone?
Posted by: colinr | October 24, 2008 at 10:59 AM
A movie about an aging man struggling with disappointment and failure? Yeah, I can see why older audiences might not rush into this film's arms. Still pissed I missed a preview screening...
Posted by: Dan | October 24, 2008 at 11:12 AM
I'm 32, and I know I wouldn't be able to shrug off this movie. My brain isn't wired that way, unfortunately.
Posted by: bill | October 24, 2008 at 12:19 PM
The old age and mortality stuff definitely will repel certain viewers, but it also inspires mordant rhapsody in others—the linked-to Filmbrain, for instance, and Manohla Dargis in today's Times.
Posted by: Glenn Kenny | October 24, 2008 at 12:26 PM
Apologies for the self-promotion, but Walter Chaw at my site felt the same way, too. (That is to say, erm, mordantly rhapsodized.)
http://filmfreakcentral.net/screenreviews/synecdochenewyork.htm
Posted by: Bill C | October 24, 2008 at 05:13 PM
The ending of RAN is about as bleak and joyless as I can imagine. Everytime I see it, that ending is a good kick in the nuts. However, the filmmaking is filled with all the joy you could want from a film maker.
I STAND ALONE was joyless. Gasper Noe is joyless director all around.
I would put TRANSFORMERS on that list as well. I can longer apprciate a movie's special effects as if that alone was a basis of entertainment.
Posted by: Phil G | October 24, 2008 at 05:14 PM
IMPORT/EXPORT was pretty damn joyless.
Posted by: Jason | October 24, 2008 at 05:24 PM
The Saddest Music in the World? Naw, it actually manages to be deliberately funny, in an absurdist way.
Requiem for a Dream?
Posted by: Andrew Wyatt | October 24, 2008 at 06:34 PM
Agree with you on Gaspar Noe, who I find absolutely noxious.
Which is what makes THIS so rich, I think: a few years ago, Rex Reed raved over Noe's absolutely loathsome "Irreversible."
I guess that's one of the reasons I read Reed -- he's not only hysterical when he hates something (he recently called Nikki Blonsky, the "Hairspray" actress, a "singing toadstool") but his hates and loves aren't as predictable as you might think.
Although, yeah, once PSH started examining his stool in "Synecdoche" (actually, once Catherine Keener started examining her daughter's stool) I knew he was not going to be happy...
Posted by: Stephen Whitty | October 24, 2008 at 06:39 PM
It's hard to tell if Rex Reed hated this film because it struck too white hot a chord of existential terror against which his mortal soul rebelled in a defensive spasm of intellectualized rancor, or if it's simply because REX REED IS A FUCKING LOON. God bless his soul, I love him though - there's nothing more entertaining than a good incoherent Reed rant. His threefer takedown of Darjeeling Ltd, Margot at the Wedding and I'm Not There stands as a proud and glorious monument to all things cantankerous.
Posted by: Hyppo | October 24, 2008 at 07:03 PM
Rex Reed is _only_ 70? That can't be right. Maybe it's just that he hasn't seemed relevant in... help me here.
Andrew: Seconded on REQUIEM FOR A DREAM. I admired it, even if it didn't send me into raptures, when I saw it but also felt like I was witnessing the end of Aronofsky's career since I imagined so many viewers would left feeling beaten up. I'm happy to have been wrong.
Can't wait to see this one. He even had me with HUMAN NATURE.
Posted by: Keith Phipps | October 24, 2008 at 09:00 PM
We're talking about the most joyless films now? "Grave of the Fireflies" gets my vote. Absolutely superb film, one that made me realize there was more to Japanese animation than schoolgirls with improbable breast physics and rayguns, but depressing as hell.
Then again, I suppose making a movie about children starving to death is never going to be a cheery, happy romp.
Posted by: Dan | October 25, 2008 at 02:28 PM
Did anyone here see TONY MANERO at NYFF? I thought that it was probably the mosy annoyingly joyless film I have ever seen (or, at least, seen in a very very long time.) Pinochet? Saturday Night Fever? Shitting into other people's costumes? Nasty, anti-pleasurable blow jobs? Doesn't get much more joyless than that. Apparently that connects with some people, but all I wanted to do was run from the theater.
Posted by: James Hansen | October 25, 2008 at 02:34 PM
Joy is overrated (and I'm barely 30 yet). I love Bergman, because the emotion in his films doesn't pander to feelings of escapist entertainment. And Fassbinder. THE BITTER TEARS OF PETRA VON KANT. That's got some joyless moments. Recently? ALL ABOUT LILY CHOU-CHOU ? Those Japanese kids aren't even out of high school yet....
The generational stereotype doesn't hold much weight with me, I refuse to think that all the kiddies and are actually too insipid to emote outside their hollow self-esteem bubbles or seniors are just too informationally naive to want to notice.
Though the box office does tend to work by these assumptions....
Posted by: Brandon | October 25, 2008 at 11:01 PM
I'll see your Gasper Noe and raise you a Bruno Dumont. Twentynine Palms was the most joyless cinematic experience of my life. That said, John Waters was in the audience, and he seemed to like it.
Posted by: Herman Scobie | October 27, 2008 at 01:29 PM
Speaking of children suffering, Rossellini's GERMANY YEAR ZERO was as joyless a film as I have ever seen. And no jokes either.
On the other hand, I felt lots of different things watching SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK - including joy. I could say it was the joy of watching an artist create something so ambitious and singular, but I think it went deeper than that.
Posted by: C. Jerry | October 27, 2008 at 10:42 PM
The film sounds challenging and not likely to be most people's cup of tea. I have loved all of Kaufman's work in the past so I very anxious to see this one. The gloom-and-doom vibe of the film from many critics suggests to me that it's a film that won't get the critical respect that it probably deserves until time has slightly passed.
Posted by: nick | October 30, 2008 at 10:48 AM
I don't agree with your comment that anyone over 50 is going to be profoundly uncomfortable with this movie. How can you make such sweeping generalizations? That is nonsense. I found the movie to be very funny, actually, and even more truthful. I just don't get what all the hoopla is about the toilet scene. Hasn't everyone looked at their own shit? What's the big deal? We eat, we shit, we give birth and get sick. We die. Anyone who has been with someone sick, babies, or animals will understand. This is our life, and as Ebert said in his review of Synecdoche, this is us! This movie is one of a kind, and it is profoundly brave and moving.
Posted by: dmag | November 08, 2008 at 04:08 PM
Oh, dearie dear. Look, I've gone and offended a hippie. Who can't read.
Posted by: Glenn Kenny | November 08, 2008 at 05:26 PM