Blogger Paul C put some thought into his review of Synecdoche, New York:

However, Caden's life becomes consumed by this inward-looking project, and the constant self-regard leads the production to drag on for year after year, growing far beyond his ability to control it. But then, isn't this how life is for all of us? In our younger years we've convinced that we're the masters of our lives, only to see our worlds growing ever larger in old age while our own rules in them become smaller, until we're not even calling the shots for ourselves anymore.

... This is why, even in her absence, Adele may still be Synecdoche's key supporting character, even more than Hazel, Claire, Olive, or even Sammy (Tom Noonan), who has been tailing Caden for two decades for reasons unknown but to himself. Through her art- postage stamp-sized miniature oil paints- Adele embraces smallness rather than being unwittingly consumed by largesse the way Caden is. Perhaps that's why she needs to escape him, since she knows innately what it takes Caden a lifetime to learn. And if Caden could only stop and think about it, perhaps he might realize that Adele's success through modestly-scaled art is a rebuke to his own ultimately-failed grandiosity. (Source)

Variety has an article on the film's production design. It's short and goes nowhere (much like your webmaster), but might be worth clicking on.

"Charlie is a very deliberate director and writer," says Friedberg. "Even though we're not saying that what happens in this film is a dream, we wanted to employ a dream vernacular; we had to make sure that feeling was consistent." (Source)

Actually I'm probably medium-height. Meanwhile, PopMatters has reviewed the Synecdoche, New York soundtrack and given a concise description of Charlie that I'm sure Rock 'n' Roll will looove:

You expect weird from screenwriter turned first time filmmaker Charlie Kaufman. The man practically perspires eccentricity. He's quirky in bizarro world wackness. If his scripts weren't strange enough, his public persona is a mixture of hermit, serial killer, and that way too smart kid in school who ended up sitting in his low rent basement apartment making wine all throughout college. (Source)