Birdman (or The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)
Oh the drums, the drums. Please god make them stop.
I would not have been half as irritated by this film if only the drums had stopped.
This is one of those occasions where I admire the craft but am untouched by the content. The extended shots through the corridors of the theatre are clearly well-planned and executed (to my untrained eye), but I couldn’t have cared less about any of the characters.
And the drums …