In the course of a disastrous preview general performance, Riggan slips outdoors for a cigarette, though the stage door snaps shut, snagging his dressing gown, along with the very last remaining scraps of his dignity. The one way back on phase is with the theatre foyer, that is a brisk walk alongside West 43rd Road, then remaining on Broadway, and remaining all over again at Bubba Gump Shrimp.

Have quite a lot of respect for him being a fighter. I watched every one of his fights and…