Ooh, you saw Birdman? Was it good?
Was it good? No, I wouldn’t really say it was good. Not in the way of, OH EM MOTHERFUCKING GEE, I LOVE that movie, it was so GOOD. I recently watched Obvious Child with my fristers. That movie was good. Like go rent it right now and throw all of your money into Jenny Slate‘s petite, Rachel Antonoff-clad-to-perfection-like-a-goddess-of-whimsy-and-ladyness lap.
Birdman was not good. It may have been great. Movies can be great but not good, good but not great or both. Or flip it and reverse it? Somebody call Missy Elliot, I’m still trying to figure it all out.
The Golden Globes thought it was good. The SAG awards agreed. What will Oscar think? PINS AND NEEDLES, BITCHES.
All I know is three days later I’m still thinking about it. It affected me physically, making it difficult to sleep that night. It jangled my thoughts and set my nerves on fire with its chaotic pace and unsettling soundtrack.
Michael Keaton was, as he pretty much has been from the giddyup, a miracle. Holy Clean and Sober, Batman. When you think Michael Keaton do you think frenetically anxious, insecure, insipid, impotent? Hell to the no way, Jose. He was BATMAN fer fuck’s sake. But his Riggan embodies all those qualities/emotions and a million more with no artifice or manipulation. There’s no acting in his acting. He just is.
Emma Stone was gloriously faded, sulky and provocative in turn, her beauty more striking and feral in its stripped down state. Edward Norton disappeared into his character like Mystique slides into a new persona, fluidly and seamlessly.
The mock-meta-ness, uber-meta-whatsibob(Or is it just meta? Is Matt LeBlanc playing a fictionalized version of himself in Episodes(Which he does like a boss, bee tee dubbenstein) regular meta or some other hybrid meta situation. Help me, my brain hurts.) of the Batman/Birdman, the Hulk/Mike, the Gwen Stacy/Sam and the general Michael/Riggan heightened everything and added this kind of hysterical, squirm-in-your-seat quality to the viewing experience. Well, to mine at least.
The stream of consciousness tone made an already excellent movie stellar. Jarring, unsettling, furiously whimsical. The off-kilter feeling of inhabiting an unfamiliar human brain is shocking and impactful. the technique is difficult to employ visually in a coherent way and is rare and striking when done well( such as in Requiem For A Dream and Trainspotting). Birdman is the first movie I’m aware of to carry this throughout the majority of the film.
The whole Hollywood versus Art, risking versus observing and seeking to remain relevant are well-worn themes, but here they feel weighty and meaningful without proposing some sort of we can fix it attitude or moralizing although the ending does suggest hope and the possibility of at least temporary moments of peace.
I think this movie is beautiful and meaningful and disconcerting. I think it’s important and inventive. I think it’s a ass-over-elbows voyage down the synapses of another. I think Michael Keaton will add a naked gold dude to his award shelf over the toilet in the guest bathroom of his second home in Telluride for his part in it. I think Alejandro González IñárrituI will take home a similar dude, but he’ll build a Oscar sized gated community for it in the western corner of his backyard and purchase some black market statuettes on the internet so his dude won’t be lonely. Then he’ll make a movie about it that will blow the minds of everyone in the world simultaneously while ending world hunger and causing the Cubs to win the world series. I think I might need to readjust my medication. I think you should fuck off work right now and go see it while you still can on the big screen.
So, yeah man. But, like, was it good?
I don’t know, man. Go see for yourself.
This vid is NSFW and completely irrelevant to the movie Birdman. It is, however, completely awesome. Happy Friday, homies.