I’ve seen Synecdoche, New york. It’s protagonized by Philip seymour Hoffman and directed by Charlie Kaufman. I’ve seen it in home about two years ago. It's a drama movie that tell the story of a director of theatre from the beginning of a new play. Its life began to fell apart when his marriage ends and he stops seeing his daughter. After that, he continuously try to find a deep meaning on his life to communicate on his play, spiritual and universal, but that never seems to come. All this happens in a surreal world in which the reality is surprising in strange ways and moments, and the protagonist do not seems to have any notion of the time that passes in between the events in the movie. 

The melancholy presented in the life of the protagonist and the effort that he puts into the realization of the play are two sides of a strange coin in which the play represents himselfs developing the play, and the search of meaning in art becomes the search of meaning of his own existence. As the time goes forward we might believe he starts living to create the plot of the play, and in a single movement create the two meanings. To his deception, he only finds a recursively complex circuit of emptiness and desolation, and the strikeback of the unsolved troubles related to the separation of his first family.

Even though this is not a happy movie, it’s somehow heartwarming and in the toughness of the narration of the pain there is something at the same time universal and intimate, proppe of the spaces in ourselves that we can hardly share or notice easily and because of this reasons, might be a message made for movies and art.