Synecdoche, New York
If you traveled the length of John Malkovich’s medulla oblongata, hung a sharp left at the desk where Samuel Beckett’s Krapp recorded his last tape and walked through the adjoining door of the interstellar hotel room at the end of 2001, you might end up in the vicinity of Charlie Kaufman’s Synecdoche, New York — a two-hour loop-de-loop thrill ride…
