On Birth.Movies.Death, A Case For Greatness is a series of posts that "tries to argue for, and to champion, forgotten or underappreciated films in a variety of genres that may be worthy of being called 'classics.'"

Enter their take on Synecdoche, New York:

When I first watched Synecdoche, New York back in the winter of 2008, I couldn’t wait to turn it off, and I very aggressively did not want to talk about it afterward; even though I was a huge fan of Charlie Kaufman, Phillip Seymour Hoffman and virtually everyone involved, there was something in it that made me deeply unhappy, but more than that, I just found it profoundly unsettling in a way I could not qualify, and didn’t want to try. Nevertheless, it stuck with me and stayed in my mind, sporadically popping up over the next several months to remind me of its choices, and before long, I found myself sitting down to watch it for a second time. What I soon discovered was not just that Synecdoche is one of the best films of the new century, but it’s a profound, wry, moving, somehow misanthropic but deeply hopeful portrait of humanity that grafted itself onto my emotional and philosophical worldview and simply will not let go, even ten years later. (Source)

It's a lengthy post and well worth checking out.