At one point, a TV is switched on, and the movie that’s showing—“My Man Godfrey,” the great screwball comedy about poverty and wealth, from 1936—is now staffed by the same creatures who populate the rest of “Anomalisa.”
After one last encounter with this love of his life, he returns to his room to view a moment of movie ecstasy on television—the finale of My Man Godfrey (1936) with a gaga Carole Lombard, dancing in happiness.
The production design is exquisite, and there are several delightful details, such as the puppet version of black and white classic My Man Godfrey playing on the hotel TV.
Michael is in Cincinnati for one day on business, and his depression is ingeniously illustrated by the fact that all the other characters save one have the exact same voice (Tom Noonan’s) and face, including Michael’s wife, his unstable ex-girlfriend, his young son, the airline pilot, an oblivious cabdriver, and even the actors in the 1936 movie My Man Godfrey, which plays on a TV in his hotel room.
Lo más interesante es ver cómo situaciones abiertamente deprimentes tienen siempre aquí un contrapunto humorístico, y cómo para enfatizarlo, o sugerirlo maliciosamente, la pantalla de televisión en el hotel muestra una escena de la comedia delirante Porfiada Irene (My Man Godfrey, La Cava, 1936), pero en lugar de Powell o Lombard, intervienen clones de las fantásticas criaturas de Charlie Kaufman.
And Michael's tired routines — phone home, dial room service, practice his speech, go down the hall for ice, watch a snippet of My Man Godfrey (also animated) on TV — begin to take on a strange profundity in their bleak ordinariness.