Seen for the first time in August 2013.
"Synecdoche, New York" may be the most depressing film I've ever seen. This is because it by and large succeeds at meeting its ambitions ruminating on life and death and loneliness and love. It's big and grand and I love its ambition. Even when it's funny, in its low key way, it's nonetheless kind of sad and miserable, and there's also something kind of funny in its sadness and misery.
It maybe devolves into some kind of platitude toward the end, but nonetheless, it's an enviable powerful movie. Put it alongside Magnolia as big ambitious movies, that risk ponderousness, but succeed with their grand graveness. Grade A.
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