I have an obsessive personality, and I find that I tend to get fixated on directors, writers, actors and want to consume their entire bodies of work. I’m almost done with the filmographies of Stephen Daldry, Darren Aronofsky, Charlie Kaufman, and Quentin Tarantino, oh haay.
Anyways, so Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Being John Malkovich are two of my favorite movies, but jesus-fucking-christ, I could not handle Synecdoche, New York. The movie felt like 2 hours of Charlie Kaufman jacking himself off, it was just so over the top and pretentious. Which, I guess, was the intended effect, but fuck. Still. Cannot handle Charlie Kaufman’s psyche unbridled.
PS, my hair is purple now.