Synecdoche, New York

I know, I know, here I am buried in work and forgetting to tell you what you're all gagging to hear - what I think of Charlie Kaufman's Synecdoche, New York. There are two ways of doing this: the long way and the short way. The long way involves thousands of words on contingency, control, disease, unease, death, the usual really. I'll go the short way - frigging wonderful. Now leave me alone.