Perhaps this is also the idea of Birdman when he was young, using his life to pursue things that he thinks are valuable and meaningful. He did that, moving away from mainstream superhero commercials and instead trying to do something artistic. Next. . . Well, everyone saw what happened to him.
Reagan became a big hit when he was young with the Birdman trilogy. At this time, he probably didn't know much about art, maybe not even about real life, but he still let it go. At this time, although he didn't have the The ability and talent of the artist, but at least the self-recognition of the identity of the artist has been harvested, or, in other words, an artist who has not yet achieved artistic achievements (and may not have artistic talent). And once he really did it, art immediately gave him a lot of color to see, and he easily changed from a beautiful idol to a sloppy uncle with nothing. By constantly crowning himself in the name of art, he resisted the urgent desire for real interests in his heart because of the double barrenness of material and spirit. In the face of another voice in his mind, his resistance was not actually out of enthusiasm for art. Looking forward, the whiteness on the Avenue of Art was really clean. Looking back, the old and degenerate star thought. It's more difficult to turn over than to let a girl take a selfie without makeup. In addition to meditating on art to abuse me thousands of times, I treat art like first love and grit my teeth forward, what else can I do? At this time, he is no longer an artist, not even a commercial idol star. He is just a gambler who hopes to use art to make himself return to the film industry and have some commercial value again, even if this hypocrisy is precisely what he claims to pursue. The contamination of art is also spared. So when his daughter pointed this out, he was speechless, and when he heard Scorsese was casting an actor, he was instantly refreshed, and he accepted the humiliation of his box-office partner with little resistance.
But even though he made all kinds of compromises, the critics still didn't let him go, just like his partner looked down on him, they all saw that he didn't really want to pursue art, at least not now, critics and partners The views on him are almost the same. He is just a peddler who thinks he is pursuing art, but in fact he just wants to use art to package himself and turn it into cash for the society. This is precisely what people who really love art despise the most. They saw that his mentality also pierced his sore spot, and when faced with the ridicule of the two of them, he just kept talking about how he was desperate for this, and how he worked hard to hope that this stage play could be successful. But he kept his mouth shut about his artistic pursuits, because he knew they were right. He fell into despair after hysteria, replaying or fantasizing in his mind the brilliance of his career he had and could have had. However, he still has to return to the Broadway stage in the end. A pseudo-artist who has been pierced by the art mask has to stand on the stage of art and perform the last show, and all this has nothing to do with art, just because reality forced him to nowhere.
His final stage was really good. The coincidence of his own destiny and the characters in the play eliminated the redundant intensity and exaggeration in the previous performance, and instead realized the requirements of true art. The self who has always wanted to be what others hoped to be no longer exists, and instead, he has become a king on the art stage invisibly. Real success is impossible, then nothing is more valuable than dying on stage in the name of art. It doesn't matter whether the shot was really missed or intentional. If there was no suicide for this failure, there would be no more perfect ending.
After the gunshots, the applause was raging. Only the critics sitting in the second row did not stand up. Then the critics seemed to have noticed something, got up and looked at the stage from a distance and quickly left with applause.
That's all there is to it. The bird man in his heart no longer nags him, and the critics gave him recognition—not his talent, but his dedication, the sacrifice he could make for art—he got what he wanted. Got it when he least wanted it. He also gained the pure pursuit of art when he was young, which he thought would never happen again, and made him dare to put aside everything and spread his wings.
It doesn't matter whether the artist will have artistic achievements or not.
This kind of film may be tricky in terms of subject matter, but it is absolutely impossible to succeed by relying on the subject matter alone. On the contrary, the more art films are, the easier it is to be criticized. It is actually quite dangerous to express invisible artistic propositions in a tangible form and show them to a group of people with artistic level. Most people who engage in art have their own twists and turns. It is easy to cause strong likes and dislikes because of a point of view in one shot or even the brain behind a line, and it is difficult to objectively explain such likes and dislikes, but It will definitely affect their votes and reviews for the film. Just like the critics in the film, I don't even need to watch your play. Just by looking at your people, I know what you're thinking. It's arbitrary and sharp, but it's often very real. But what is brilliant about this film is that it makes the part of the relationship between art and people quite authentic, and it chooses just the part that people who have experienced it will know what is going on and can immediately resonate, scratching the itch. In my heart, the implication is that you can understand the high-end flattery effect that shows that you are really experienced artists.
It is truly a blessing to see such an excellent film. This is not because it mocks the solidification of human thought and life mode by film art and even modern business, but because it almost truly and completely expresses the love-hate intertwining, bitterness and joy between art and people. , a complex relationship of mutual achievement and mutual destruction. I often feel that art and capital have something in common. The nature of capital is that it will constantly realize self-improvement through various media, just like an invisible life body with a strong self-will. Therefore, many people who master capital will become slaves of capital. Art is crueler than capital in this regard, but to do good deeds, don’t ask about future cultivation, there should be no falsehood and speculation, most people who pursue art will be tortured to death by art, and generally they will never gain anything in their lifetime. A lot of the gains come after death. But it is undeniable that the charm of art is huge. It is the high-quality purification of various elements in the material and spiritual world of human beings. It is the spiritual splash of wisdom crystals. It is a peak experience that can be felt by people through time and space. of people know how worthwhile it is to dedicate to it and feel that it is the only way in which life is not in vain.
Norton said, "Once you concoct something bad, people will buy tickets to see it, but long after you're gone, I'll still be on that stage, revealing my soul, and battling complex human emotions. It's what I should do."
This is what a real artist would do.
Li Zhi told the audience at the show that after the show was over, my debts would be repaid. So you are lucky, because now what you want to hear, I will definitely sing.
Many people say that they don't understand it, it doesn't matter. If you have something to pursue, then it will only take some more time, and you will naturally understand.
Confusion and loss on the road of art are probably the common catastrophe of its pursuers. The whereabouts have long been blurred, and only the sadness is very clear.
There is no way but to resist.
There's nothing wrong with being a little ashamed like the Birdman, as long as you resist.
PS: I also told a friend about what Nuoduan said a few years ago. About two years later, my friend said that it sounded disdainful at the time. Now that I think about it, I feel a little ashamed. When I watched this film, I couldn't help but think of this friend who had no news for a long time. I wish him all the best. Also, it turns out that I am really an artist!
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