There 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.