Wednesday, July 15, 2009
SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK: THE SPECIFICS HARDLY MATTER
Every now and again a movie comes along and rips you out of your world. (even if just for a few hours) Synecdoche, NY, a film written and directed by Charlie Kaufman (Adaptation, Being John Malkovich) is either so accurate and profound or so damn crazy and disjointed that you have to see it. (I vote profound) I realize the movie came out months ago, but you can't post important scenes from a freshly released film. (plus, I just saw it) So with that said, if you haven't see it, I might not watch this scene.
Here is the transcribed monologue including it's beginning which is not in the clip, but should be. I would edit it, but I don't have that much time on my hands. According to the movie, none of us do:
What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyones experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone is everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. Its yours. It is time for you to understand this.
As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, it's 7:43. Now you are here, it's 7:44. Now you are...