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I had planned on posting my review today of Gerado Naranjo's I'm Gonna Explode, but I've been unable to form a single cohesive thought in the past two days, owing to Charlie Kaufman's Synecdoche, New York, which I saw on Wednesday evening. Simply stated, the film kicked the shit out of me, and drove me to the bottle. (Make that bottles.) Sickness, mortality, despair, love, loss, and the ephemera of time...it was all too much to handle in a single two-hour film.