I always feel that Kaufman is restoring his own life, yours, mine, his, everyone can nest themselves in, and the meaning of life is broken.
At first glance, it is still a middle-aged life with many crises. The physical pain makes the drama director Kayton have to visit doctors everywhere. The indifference of the husband and wife relationship and the sudden departure of his wife have also aggravated his mental distress, and he can't find it anywhere in the urn of life. At the same time as the export, his career has ushered in a peak, and Kayton won a huge bonus for a play he directed. Since then, Kaufman's phantom has been with him.
As the characters say, you live in a world of stagnation and movement, where time is condensed and out of order.
In Kaufman's lens, Kayton always wants to make a play that is closest to the truth of life, but he keeps wandering between past and present emotions, drifting away from the blurred boundaries between the characters in the play and the real characters. The condensed time is like a huge net covering everyone. In the net of time, the sense of absurdity of the joke intensifies. Kayton can read the growth record of his daughter's gradual death from a diary left many years ago. Dayton's characters, who have followed him for 20 years, claim to know him better than Cayton himself, and one wedding and three funerals in his life have gone by in the blink of an eye. The people in the play appear at the same time, walking and wandering like ghosts, cross-talking, connecting, questioning, looking back, entangled in love, and eventually being eroded by time and dying.
This allegorical New York drama, which has not yet been staged, was arranged in one day under Kayton's obsession. Ulysses-like condensed and disordered, like Kayton's aging body was gradually replaced by a huge spiritual world. Slowly swallowed, and finally only enough strength to obey the command of death to die safely. An exciting and mysterious future, slowly dragged behind by life, is over, I understand, and I am disappointed.
I would like to say that in many excellent films that only focus on a fragment of current life, or a possibility of life, Kaufman has achieved a life presentation that is difficult for us to answer. A large number of fragmented, dull, and even boring trivial fragments fill the huge space for watching movies, but everyone finds our own projections from these absurd images from time to time, which is the meaning of the allegory.
Such sadness and joy, grand and dull conscious flow of life, I vaguely feel the sadness of God's death, and at the end I just want to express my heart directly, mention anything, that is, don't mention time!
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