Even though today many people travel with it willingly, the truth is that certainty is not my cup of tea. In fact, it always dissipates every time I am asked the reason behind a movie. I am more a man of questions than answers. Of methodic inquisitiveness rather than rigid conviction. When everything is laid out clearly, it ties our hands and it is easy to lose the only certainty in which I believe, which is the one of action. However, I have an intuition. The one of knowing that my aspiration and the one of every artist to transcend it is not but a vain illusion. In front of the infinitude of time, our finite and miniscule participation in reality, often transforms this noble wish into delirium. Under the dictatorship of ego, all of us succumb. It rejoices us in the glories of our past or it plunges us into the anxiety of the possible miseries of our future. Unable to cope with the present, it makes the real life pass us by, making us lose our appointment with it. The battle of the ego… it’s so tragic that it is comic. As Don Quixote, we are no more than a ridiculous comedy of mistakes. If film is just a bunch of truths told through lies or a bunch of lies told with much truth, then maybe, without blinking and in one and only continuous point of view, this film represents my own battle against ego. Or maybe, I only wanted to make this film because as Sam says to Riggan… “I am terrified to death, as the rest of us, that I don’t matter.” Anyway, as I told you, certainty is not my cup of tea.

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