The flanerie in lens, the indifference in eyes, the sound and fury, the emptiness and mess, the rambling images, possibly, all that bring to you is not entertainment, not reflection, but further confusion: the seemingly serious birthday, the no-nonsense sales promotion, the violence in broad daylight, the apparently naive adult games, the nationwide whoopee, the spookish fireworks and the trembling blowout: as if it is a sacrific for the riproaring time.