Even if the audience is not a performer, Reagan, the protagonist in the film, must have hit many people in the depths of their hearts in some ways.
There have been young mads who feel that they are extraordinary and possess some talents that others do not have. It is ridiculous and vulgar to laugh at the people around me in my heart: I'm not nobody, but SOMEbody. I'm above them all. I don't belong here. I'll prove it to you one day.
Then life gave you Slap hard. Life and time tell you that you are not much better than others. Maybe you have achieved some results, but that is not enough to make you stand out from the crowd, and it is not enough to make you truly satisfied. As you grow older, you find that the wish you made at the beginning is farther and farther away from you. Disappointment and anxiety entangle you who are struggling to cope with daily work every day.
You laugh at the absurdity of the world, the ridiculousness of others, the shallowness of the news and the mental retardation of public opinion (as said in the movie, people love this shit. They love blood. They love action. Not this talky, depressing, philosophical bullshit). You find that you can easily break into the absurdity of various phenomena, but you will also find that you will always be a cold-eyed bystander of various phenomena, and you will never stand in the center of the stage and under the spotlight. You can laugh at Guo Jingming's shallowness, but he is not you, who earns tens of millions and owns a Shanghai mansion.
It’s the way of life for you to comfort yourself in the ordinary, but the voice in your heart always pops out inadvertently, like the bird in Reagan’s heart whispering to you: you don't belong in this shithole.
So you want to have a Jedi counterattack , Desperate all for an adventure, to pursue that dangerous and tempting "dream", just to prove that you're somebody! You're NOT them!
It's a pity that life will probably give you another big Mouth, it may be a bit talented to tell you, but you are not Raymond Carver, you can create truly immortal works-it is said that most artists are so crazy.
So more than 6,000 Oscar judges love this movie-although it also mocked them fiercely. You can say this is a carnival of small circle culture, but the few lines and scenes in it can really make a moviegoer thousands of miles away, a person who has nothing to do with Hollywood and Broadway, on a certain night. , In the dark and cramped rental room, in front of the dilapidated computer screen, a line of tears came to mind, remembering the phrase "who cried the most in the seat, Jiangzhou Sima's shirt is wet".
The script of "Birdman" is at the classic level. In many ways, it reminds me of "Sunset Boulevard", which is also a movie about "Heroes Dying". You can just pick up the script and read a sentence in English, and you can either smile with your heart, or admire it-try to read the scripts of the blockbuster movies that are selling well at the box office, and you can understand that you are free from the wonders of those sound and light movies. How ridiculous these movies are.
Personally, I especially liked the confrontation between Reagan and the critics in the bar. I can only say that Reagan's mockery of the old woman is so in place: only "labeling" and talking about "structure" and "technique". After making a few self-righteous "metaphors" and quoting the classics, I think how wise I am and how capable of handling those dramas (people who work in words probably understand it). On the other hand, I can particularly understand the old woman's deep-rooted hatred of him: because Reagan represents the spoiled, selfish group of people who feel like they can act anything after playing Batman.
In the other scene, after Reagan shot and committed suicide, a stream of consciousness imagery appeared, accompanied by dense drumbeats, a round of daylight fell, and a poignant arc was drawn in the sky. At the end of the world, the world was abandoned, a quagmire. The corpses of birds, desolate and lonely, are like a quiet corner of the soul, the last reflection before death. Can't tell what it is, but it's so beautiful and desolate!
In the movie, a shot of Reagan's shot completes the play's unexpected success. In the real world, your small ambitions, the despair that longs to be recognized by the world, the existential crisis, where should you put it aside?
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