Synecdoche

My TIFF cherry got popped.

While I have always embraced this fair city's film festival (c'mon, who doesn't love 4am last call?), I have never really attempted to catch an actual festival flick. 1 part apathy, 2 parts usually-wandering-the-streets-drunk, the shitstorm that surrounds these films and their screenings usually flies outside my social radar. "It'll come out on DVD, eventually" I always tell myself, as I offhandedly browse the lineup of films. So when i received a text from Peej last night reading:

"Got two tickets for a movie at 8:30. Down?"

I figured, "meh; why not? It'll be like going to the multiplex... and for free!".

ummm... hardly so.

The lineup. (where are they putting all these people?). A speech by Kauffman. Phillip Seymour (kinda bigger than I thought). The Elgin (the local multiplex this ain't). And then there was the actual movie. Kauffman's directorial debut, produced by Spike Jonez... i'm not even going to attempt to describe it, lest I give away spoilers (which I would have to, to even start dissecting this film). Let's just say, if you are familiar with Kauffman and his work(s); well then, this is classic Kauffman (and then some). Go. See. This. Movie.

The two parts drunkedness will always be there, but I think the apathy may have vacated. It's not 4 yet? Awesome... who wants a round?