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Acendalha Datilográfica #2 – Birdman (or the Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

Poucas (ou nenhumas) foram as vezes em que falei sobre “Birdman”. Este, que é facilmente o meu filme preferido de sempre, suscitou a minha (quase irracional) vontade de aprofundar os meus conhecimentos de cinema o máximo que podia. Nem sei se alguma vez escreverei inteiramente sobre a obra-prima do Alejandro González Iñarritu, portanto, de qualquer maneira, está aqui uma cena (uma das melhores, por sinal). Cinéfilos concordarão comigo quando afirmo que uma cena fenomenal é aquela que nos entra na memória e passeia pelo nosso cérebro até ao dia da nossa morte. De trás para a frente. Graças ao seu significado, à sua execução, à sua verdade.

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Riggan

This, this! What is that?

Sam

Ah… that’s pot. Relax.

Riggan

“Relax”… you can’t do this to me!

Sam

To you?

Riggan

Oh shut up, you know what I’m talking about.

Sam

Oh yeah, you’re talking about you. What else is new?

Riggan

Look, I’m trying to do something that is important.

Sam

This is not important!

Riggan

It’s important to me! Ok? Maybe not to you or your cynical friends whose only ambitions is to go viral. But to me, this is… my God, this is my career. This is my chance to finally do some work that actually means something.

Sam

That means something to who? You had a career, Dad, before the third comic book movie, before people start to forget who was inside that 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. Nobody gives a shit but you! And let's face it, Dad, you are not doing this for the sake of art, you’re doing this because you want to feel relevant again. Well, guess what, there's an entire whole world out there where people fight to be relevant every day. And you act like it doesn't exist! Things are happening in a place that you ignore, a place that, by the way, has already forgotten about you. I mean, who the fuck are you?! You hate bloggers. You mock 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, ok? You're not important, get used to it!

Dad...

 

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