birdman emma stone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That means something to who?

You had a career, dad,
before the third comic book movie.

Before people started to forget
who was inside that bird costume.

You are doing a play based
on a book written 60 years ago...

for a thousand rich
old white people...

whose only concern is where to have
cake and coffee afterwards!

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 it to feel relevant again.

Well, guess what?
There's an entire world of people

who fight to be relevant
every single day!

And you act like it
doesn't exist.

Things that are happening
in a place you ignore...

that 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!
It's you who doesn't exist!

You're doing this because you're terrified,
like the rest of us, that you don't matter.

And you know what? You're right!
You don't!

It's not important, okay? You're
not important... get used to it!