Vo l u m e I I I , N u m b e r I X
Celebrating The Precious Human Tapestry
October 31, 2008
A life within a play within a film:
How Charlie Kaufman created a parallel universe and got lost inside BY MAXWELL PRICE Editor
I’m jealous of Charlie Kaufman. What other writer has the power to pen thoroughly demented stories and receive massive budgets as well as extraordinary actors to bring them to life? The author of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Being John Malkovich has always received surprising support from major studios who’d normally rather produce a star-studded sequel than an artsy, intellectual exploration. He usually does so, however, with other directors like Michel Gondry or Spike Jonze at the helm. For his latest work, entitled Synecdoche, New York, Kaufman finally takes his seat in the director’s chair with predictably unpredictable results. The film chronicles the life of Caden Cotard (Phillip Seymour Hoffman), a hapless, frustrated regional theater director whose demise seems to lurk around every corner. After his successful artist wife, Adele Lack (Catherine Keener), abandons him with their daughter to pursue a career in Germany, Cotard’s fragile existence begins to go crumble. As his bodily functions gradually shut down due to some
mysterious illness, the struggling director tries to construct a gargantuan theater piece to mimic his real life and network of relationships. It’s hard not to see Kaufman in Cotard’s character, especially since Kaufman has made a career out of collapsing such distinctions. Cotard inhabits an uncomfortable middle ground between Heidegger’s Being-Unto-Death and the existentially fraught Charlie Brown. The director seems to possess terrible luck as his body deteriorates and his relationships end in abandonment such that by the finale the audience can’t help but exclaim, “good grief!” A Kaufman film viewer always expects his brain waves to play hopscotch as he navigates intersecting planes of reality, but the heart rarely gets as much consideration. The unbelievable and unbelievably large cast gets credit for lifting the production above intellectual mind games and into the realms of human emotion. Hoffman deserves a lifetime achievement award for exploring every facet of suffering with grace and compassion in the fictional lifespan of the film’s protagonist. He manages to pull more genuine feeling out of every scene than most actors muster in an entire film. Samantha Morton, who plays Cotard’s
lifetime companion, Hazel, makes a vapid, doting woman seem lovable. And Catherine Keener injects enough humanity into Adele that the otherwise steely artiste seems multidimensional. The film’s other miracle is the theater set, which acts as Cotard’s mental universe and a collage of New York streets. It manages to display the feebleness of the protagonist’s psyche just as it manifests the resilience of his imagination. The film’s one major flaw is its dogged insistence on hammering the oppressiveness of mortality into the viewer’s mind. While it’s hard to soft pedal a trope like the inevitability of death, the directors’ (Cotard and his creators) obsession often make the tone feel monochromatic. In the end it remains the viewer’s challenge to decide what takes place within Cotard’s mind and what is occurring in objective reality. It is this solipsistic murkiness that gives the film intellectual heft. But no matter what you
decide is going on in Cotard’s head, you’ll never forget in whose head the whole labyrinthine world of Synecdoche, New York originated.
Review: Saturday Night worth a Saturday night? BY ANDREW LITWIN Special to Diverse City
PHOTO COURTESY OF Deirdre McCabe
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One of the things I like about seeing shows in college is the opportunity to watch the same actors in a variety of performances and roles. This really allows them to display their talents and versatility as masters of their craft and in general, this is a very enjoyable aspect to college theater. The down side to this, however, is that once you see these people perform, you begin to understand and appreciate their ability; this becomes negative when the actors are presented with work that does not allow them to make full use of their own abilities. You feel let down and cheated because you understand the potential of what might have been. This was my experience with Saturday Night, a play put on by the Brandeis Theatre Company. The play itself is a very early, very obscure work of the now famous Stephen Sondheim and has all the tell-tale signs of such. The songs are simple, the harmonies safe, and the story line is fairly predictable. The main character gets into trouble and then gets into more trouble trying to get out of trouble; he gets saved at the last minute and, in doing so, erases a major character flaw, and everyone is happy. In short, there’s a reason no one has heard of this play. It’s not bad, but it’s not
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all that spectacular either. roles and made the most of what they had That being said, I did manage to enjoy to work with, with resounding success. myself. I admit, this was partly because I The one qualm I would say I had with was immensely amused by watching peo- the performances was the way that the ple I know bounce around the stage, wav- actors used accents. While there were some ing their arms around, performing dance who uttered every last syllable like a native moves that I’m sure have names but for Brooklynite, many others in the cast would the life of me couldn’t tell you. On the slip in and out of the dialect, especially other hand, I probably would have been during musical numbers. This is not, by less amused and more confused had the far, the worst thing that could happen, but dancers NOT been acquaintances of mine. if they went through the trouble of using On a more serious note, although I was the accents, slipping out of them momendisappointed with the show I was heart- tarily shattered the illusion they worked so ened to see how the actors responded in hard to create. their attempts to revive a flat-lined show. Overall, I would say the actors should be Every actor really put in their all to make very proud of their accomplishments. Not this performance their own, and it showed. every show can change the world and not The energy that exuded from the stage was every audience will leave enlightened. I had fun. Plain and simple. However, as this enough to make anyone smile. The two leads, played by Robert St. play shows us, our Saturday nights are preLaurence ‘11 and Olivia Mell ‘09, had as cious and should be treated as such. Would much chemistry as their parts allowed. I spend one of mine at this show? Probably They played each dimension of their not. Any other time? Yeah I got a few hours multi-faceted characters flawlessly. Two to spare… other performances of note were those Every actor really put in their all to of Ashley Sauerhof ‘09 and Gavi Young make this performance their own, and ‘09. The equa- it showed. The energy that exuded from tion worked like this: they spoke, I the stage was enough to make anyone laughed. They both smile. truly embraced their
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