tumblr_niqyr1iTjk1tmh3z4o1_1280There was nothing about this movie that was ordinary.  Whether we’re discussing Michael Keaton’s beyond brilliant performance, or the completely unique and unexpected soundtrack consisting of fragmented drum beats and tambourine sounds, or the astounding camera work, giving the illusion that the entire film was all one, uninterrupted shot.  If I could call this film anything, it would be an abstract work of art, only revealing its true meaning to those with an open enough mind.

Firstly, the film is a mixture of dark humour and tragedy, allowing each character to appear both astounding and pathetic all at the same time.  Michael Keaton in his worn out whitey tighties, proved that he wasn’t just “the guy who used to play Batman,” however, showing his own “washed up self” that he truly was Birdman.

Emma Stone played a character unlike anyone she’d been before, drug addicted and desperate looked good on her with her gorgeously large eyes protruding from her gaunt figure; she looked as beautiful as she was riveting.

As i mentioned before, Birdman was presented as if it was filmed in one, continuous shot.  This is a technique that is rarely used, but when used correctly, allows the audience to feel as if they’re intruding in the lives of the characters.  It’s remarkable that Birdman is a story about the making of a stage play, filmed exactly like a stage play, the camera switching strategically between characters, in order to tell the film from several different perspectives.

Every once and a while a movie comes along that’s so perfect, so believable, that you question your own sanity.  Birdman does exactly that, my heart fills up with pride every time i speak about, for the single fact that such a film exists.



tumblr_nic9jcfYLx1tu3zd9o3_r2_500It’s not often that you walk out of a movie theatre feeling as if you’d just run a 20km… when all you really just did was watch a movie.  Well, this is exactly what Whiplash achieved.  It had just the right balance of dark humour, suspense and brilliant cinematography to make the mundane tale of the modern jazz industry as exciting a Bruce Willis, Die Hard film.  Miles Teller, in one of his earliest performance’s shone just as bright as the legendary J.K Simmons at his side, their chemistry both undeniable and riveting.  I’ve never seen two characters with such a large age difference work together so seamlessly.  J.K Simmons’ performance was in a league of its own, he’s been funny before, that’s before, but he’s never made me hold my breath as much as he did in Whiplash.  He was simply terrifying.  One minute he was the encouraging music teacher, repeating with a heightening pitch, “not quite my tempo,” the next he was throwing a chair straight at Miles Tellers head, leaving the audience constantly shaking with anticipation.

However, what really blew my socks off, more than the unbelievable soundtrack, and unbelievable camera work, capturing every bead of sweat that rolled off Teller’s body and every vibration on each drum, was the ending.  It was so perfect that I felt as if all of the breath had been kicked out of my lungs, leaving the theatre breathless and in an absolute trance.  This film does not disappoint in the slightest, not a single line that came out of the leading actors’ mouths were weak, not a single drum beat was out of place, you’ll leave the theatre a song in your heart and your limbs on fire.