－－Joyce Carroll Oates' "Wild Night"
a few days ago revisited "Birdman" and "Burst Drummer", two of my favorite movies this year, for me these two The theme of the movie is very similar: the story of how a person strives to achieve self-realization in the world, and the way they pass is "art", which is even more special. Some of the comments said that these two films are "anti-inspirational" and "anti-XX", and they are failed/incomplete "anti-XX", but more important than this boring division is that these are two similar personal tragedies.
In the same way, they face a pair of lovers and enemies at the same time: the superior and the stupid, namely the genius Mike in "Birdman", and the audience who is easy to be criticized; the stupidity of the teacher and the actor in "Burst Drummer" Egg relatives. The protagonist hates them, but is eager for their affirmation. Not by one person, not by a small group of people, but by everyone, those smart and stupid brains must applaud at the same time to calm their anxiety. Mike is the same as the teacher. They are self-confident, superior, rude and mean, but at the same time mastering the real art, which is too hateful, but the protagonist, they have nothing in their hands, they can only crawl on their heads, and they have to trust those excellent beasts. Not being played around by them, I have to hunger for their approval.
"Love me!"
Regan, this ridiculous middle-aged "celebrity" and a "superhero" who is not on the stage, he wants to be a real artist! My God, critics hate him, that's right, because he has grown a blasphemer's face. In order to become an artist, he is also wrestling with his face. But to what extent can he do it? Mike is young, mischievous, and talented. As the spokesperson for those geniuses, he approached his nose, mocked him, yelled, "Real! Real!" He shouted, as if "real" is equivalent to art.
So Reagan chose "real". A real gun, real brain, real blood. That is head-to-head, extreme, clumsy reality-the reason why it is clumsy, because the real performer does not need to bleed! They have unlimited skills to show the intensity of bloodshed without bleeding, but Reagan can't, he can't do it. And he knew he couldn't do it, he knew where his limit was, so he could only do that.
His lines are all shouting: "I have tried my best, why don't you still love me!"
No one can sacrifice more than him.
So in the end, did he achieve "art"?
What he did was the highest value he could achieve as a mediocre. That is, to bring his personal tragedy to the stage as it was.
He was driven to the end by his own desire for art, and sacrificed for it only verified his limits. This is his tragedy.
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