Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu’s Birdman (from an a script inexplicable penned by the director and three others) might be a film about a washed-up action star writing and directing a Broadway adaptation of Raymond Carver’s classic short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love,” but it’s that old Shakespeare quote about life being, “…a tale. Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury. Signifying nothing.” which inspired the title of William Faulkner’s alleged magnum opus (I’m not going to go off on a side-rant here about how Light in August is really his magnum opus and not The Sound and the Fury, which to me was always so…well…kinda like this Birdman here…self-indulgent) that runs through a viewer’s mind while watching Michael Keaton ACT!
Birdman is the super hero Riggan Thomson (Keaton) played twenty years ago and made him a mega-celebrity. The Carver play is the intimate character-driven art piece he so desperately wants to restore his street cred and remake him into an Actor rather than a celebrity. Inarritu’s film, in which the Birdman, the man who played him, and the play he creates exist, is exactly the type of film that people who watch only movies like Birdman (as in the explosion filled super hero movie within the film Birdman, not the actual film Birdman) think people who go to watch films like Birdman (the film, not the movie within the film) go to watch. I can tell you now, Birdman, at times, is the worst type of those types of films that I like to watch. It’s also, at times, maddeningly brilliant.
Inarritu’s central conceit is all so very meta and insular, appealing to those who believe in the myth of the tortured artist (“What do you risk?” Keaton blusteringly asks a brusk Broadway critic, “I RISK EVERYTHING ON THE STAGE!”) and those who live it. It’s been dissected many times before. It brought to mind the lines from a classic episode of Seinfeld where Jerry is forced to wear a fur coat and man-purse and the building super Silvio mocks him saying, “No, he’s very fancy! Want me, love me! Shower me with kisses!” So then, how does a Director and a Cast make this often mocked mindset seem fresh and meaningful? Surround it with sound and fury.
Inarritu cleverly teams with the best cinematographer on the planet, Emmanuel Lubezki, to trick the audience into thinking film was shot as one continuous take, thus putting us inside the head of Riggan Thomson as he crumbles under the pressure of staging his big comeback. Inside this context, the rest of the cast bounces off of Keaton and the set designs within Lubezki’s frame. It’s one of those films where everyone (spare for maybe Amy Ryan, wasted as Keaton’s ex) gets a moment:
- Edward Norton preening as an audacious and douche-baggy Broadway star who steps in to save the play at the last minute after a cast member is incapacitated by a falling stage light. His opening bit practicing lines with Keaton is priceless.
- Naomi Watts as an actress (yes, again) who never quite made it and is also Norton’s character’s lover. After a humiliating moment on stage perpetrated by her jack-ass of a lover, she cries to her co-star played by Andrea Riseborough, “Why don’t I have any self-respect?” to which Riseborough responds, “Oh, sweety, you’re an actress.” This line probably got the biggest laugh from the audience and was followed by a moment expertly and subversively staged which paid homage to the role in Mulholland Drive that first made Watts a star. Yeah right, you’ve never done this before, Naomi.
- Emma Stone playing Keaton’s petulant fresh-from-rehab-turned-assistant daughter. There’s a moment where she just lays it all on dear old dad, essentially telling him he doesn’t matter, he’s irrelevant, and the play means nothing to anybody except to him. It’s kinda the truth (except that the play means everything to anyone involved with it who is also painfully self-involved, meaning just about everyone in this film), and Stone reads the lines to make it hurt.
- Zach Galifianakis as the producer trying to hold everything together. He gets a lot of funny lines, but he plays down his famous persona, and in one scene actually emotes as he tries not to let everything fall apart due to Keaton’s meltdown.
Then there’s Antonio Sanchez’s borderline obnoxious drum score (we get it, guys, Riggan Thomson is ON EDGE!) that is interrupted intermittently during moments of reverie with beautiful classical music.
All of it – the blustering acting, the awesomely creative cinematography, the music – is sound and fury wrapped around a very banal and self-indulgent story about an actor losing his mind. Was it interesting to watch? Yes. Is it art? I guess so. Did it signify anything deeper than the surface level existential crisis of those who make a living playing make-believe? Nope.
Written by David H. Schleicher
Innaritu has been one of the most compelling filmmakers (even when he doesn’t hit the mark) of the last 15 years. Shall we rank his work?
21 Grams – 10/10
Amores Perros – 9/10
Biutiful – 9/10 (this one wavers with each view, sometimes this is a 9.5)
Birdman – 7.5/10
Babel – 6/10
Looks like yet another Innaritu masterpiece even though you’ve given it only a 7.5. Here are my rankings:
21 Grams: 10
Biutiful – 10
Amores Perros – 8
Babel – 6
Prakash – the difference between this being an interesting experiment that missed a chance at profundity (which I found it to be) and a masterpiece (which many others found it to be) can be measured by one’s tolerance for films about acting. I just would’ve enjoyed the “style” wrapped around a better story, but to each their own. Some might find the story perfectly matched to the style.
Either way, it’s definitely worth a view.
David, I am in agreement with Prakash–the film is an absolute masterpiece, though I did of course much appreciate your superbly written and reasoned review. Keaton has never been better and Lubetski’s work is visionary here. But there really is so much more.
Amoros Perros 8/10
21 Grams 7/10
Sam, where would rank this for the year? Still have Boyhood at the top? I suspect both films will be leading the way with nominations.
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