this is the directorial debut from charlie kaufman, which of course, he also wrote. it's a dense, serious work with equal flourishes of off-beat whimsy, and grim humanity. the actors are uniformly excellent , as they create a sort of human symphony, with hoffman as the orchestrator, plotting an epic staging of his ongoing existence, seeking to find tangible truth through their art. missing is the deft expressionist palette of spike jonze or michel gondry, which honestly, could have made for a more robust viewing experience. however, there seems to be something profound going on here, and i'm looking forward to seeing this again.
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