Birdman (2014)

I regret that I cannot give this film props. I know I'm in the minority of people who can't appreciate its trite imagination. The dual personality (or alter ego) of the actor/creator/director intrigued me; and the dream sequences were almost entirely impossible to distinguish from the real, which is I suppose, how it ought to be for the main character, a latent megalomaniac, whose internal mental drum turns into a real drumming, which makes us question the surreality of music in cinema to begin with. Emma Stone has rightly earned her Oscar buzz with this flick. But then there were side-tracking elements like straight women sharing a meaningless kiss that carried no narrative weight whatsoever, and the confusing unmotivated hook-up of Stone and Norton's characters, which left me wondering whether either of them meant anything they said. But to all these things I have to wonder -- to what END?!