To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth | Act 5, Scene 5
"Birdman seeks to have no meaning."
"That’s right. The artists deliberately conspire to lead the audience to believe they are watching a profound meditation of all of our favorite literary themes – authenticity, identity, illusion, reality, family, fame, etc. – while using the audience’s burning desire for meaning to sustain their interest in the film and create a film without any meaning whatsoever."
Full review of [2014 Best-Picture Winner] Birdman at paulkuritz.com
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