your fate is in your own hands

Daija 2022-03-21 09:01:09

Life is like a drama, drama is like life. The glory of the past cannot conceal the decadence and loneliness of the present. As long as you still have dreams, let go of all the burdens that bind you, and put aside the worldly vision, you will find that dreams are within reach. The story of an actor who encountered a mid-life crisis and redeemed himself in the theater. ps: The American version of Farewell My Concubine, now I finally know why Leslie Cheung and Jack Nicholson were too deep in the drama, which led to depression. Being an actor is not as simple as many people think. Behind the scenes is a lot of sadness. course…

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Extended Reading
  • Karl 2022-03-26 09:01:01

    The film is full of intense irritability and anxiety, just like the rapid drumbeat and uninterrupted long shots, there is a strong sense of oppression. The characters in the film often blur reality and performance, just as Michael Keaton’s real experience corresponds to the characters in the film, including their endings. Satire, art and business, drama and film, actors and stars, passers-by entertainers. However, excessive dazzling skills made the film lighter.

  • Rhea 2022-03-24 09:01:09

    The long lens dazzling technique is too deliberate, and it is not used so as to benefit. You are making a movie as art. It is meaningless to criticize or satirize other artistic creations. Everything seems so deliberate.

Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) quotes

  • Riggan: What is this?

    Sam: Oh yeah

    [pause]

    Sam: thats pot.

  • Riggan: Listen to me. I'm trying to do something important.

    Sam: This is not important.

    Riggan: It's important to me! Alright? Maybe not to you, or your cynical friends whose only ambition is to go viral. But to me... To me... this is - God. This is my career, this is my chance to do some work that actually means something.

    Sam: Means something to who? You had a career before the third comic book movie, before people began to forget who was inside the bird costume. You're doing a play based on a book that was written 60 years ago, for a thousand rich old white people whose only real concern is gonna be where they go to have their cake and coffee when it's over. And let's face it, Dad, it's not for the sake of art. It's because you want to feel relevant again. Well, there's a whole world out there where people fight to be relevant every day. And you act like it doesn't even exist! Things are happening in a place that you willfully ignore, a place that has already forgotten you. I mean, who the fuck are you? You hate bloggers. You make fun of Twitter. You don't even have a Facebook page. You're the one who doesn't exist. You're doing this because you're scared to death, like the rest of us, that you don't matter. And you know what? You're right. You don't. It's not important. You're not important. Get used to it.

    Sam: Dad...