I just saw Synecdoche, New York. Or, as I've started referring to it since, "Synecdoche, My Life." Okay, it's not exactly my life, but it sort of is everyone's life. I loved it. Much like the last movie that Charlie Kaufman wrote that I loved (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind), this one has wonderfully crafted sentences but it also looks, visually, SO good.
If I may project, Fred Muram's work seems a bit of a kindered spirit. I mean, part of his statement reads sort of like a textbook report on either of the films above. Muram writes,
"I want my audience to experience images and video that can be understood within the context of similar experiences that might have occurred within their own lives. As individuals we share so much in common with other people, but we are isolated within our own minds. There is a disconnectedness created between every individual and their surrounding universe that is fundamentally integrated through that personʼs ability to accept sensory information and respond with language."
First of all, as a theme, "kissing the ceiling" is great. It's silly and sweet, and just absurd enough, but not too absurd. In the photo above, the girl, clutching at the top of the door and the delicate balance of her shoe on the knob are great details. In the tiny thumbnails I saw of thw work at first, I figured she was "floating" up to kiss the ceiling/sky. I was relieved to see the full image, for it goes far beyond what could have been trite, a trope.
I also tend to fall for repitition. Muram's series is filled with many perfectly quirky moments. Also enjoyable, some of his other work: The Rug Series and I'm Going Baldessari. There is more Kissing the Ceiling too.









