Michael Keaton in Alejandro González Iñárritu's Birdman |
Birdman, the latest effort from Spanish filmmaker Alejandro González Iñárritu, occupies a strange space between the real and the imagined. Its narrative about the efforts of washed-up Hollywood celebrity Riggan Thomson (Michael Keaton) to remain relevant and keep his quickly-unravelling life under control functions as both a fascinating black comedy, and a Bizarro meta-effort to genuinely revitalize the career of its star. Casting an aging performer in a film about an aging performer requires a tricky balancing act of self-awareness and immersion, and parsing it is likely prohibitively challenging for the average moviegoer. It’s too bad, because those people will miss out on one of the most unique, funny, and poignant films of the year.
Riggan, once the star of a blockbuster film series about a superhero called Birdman, wants desperately to remain relevant in a fast-moving world of Twitter and smartphones that he doesn’t understand and that has left him behind (of which his bedraggled, grumpy drug-addict daughter Sam – a waifish Emma Stone – is quick to remind him). He adapts a Raymond Carver story for Broadway, and convinces his put-upon manager Jake (Zach Galifianakis) to hire high-profile actor Mike Shiner (Edward Norton) to star alongside him. Meanwhile his ex-wife and girlfriend hover about him like looming reminders of the commitments he has abandoned – unlike the guttural, growling voice of Birdman in his head, which has never left him alone, and which mocks him in his private moments. (He also performs small acts of telekinesis when Birdman speaks to him, but nobody ever happens to be in the room at the time.)
Most of the film takes place in the tight
hallways and dingy, cramped dressing rooms of a second-rate Broadway theatre,
so we feel the same sense of confinement and suffocation that Riggan does – and
the same euphoric freedom when he bursts out of the darkened theatre and takes
to the skies. Superb Steadicam work disguises sneakily-placed edits that break
up the film’s utterly mesmerizing long takes – some seeming to last for twenty
or thirty minutes: entire acts of the film! Usually this technique would
provide a sense of realism or authenticity, like documentary footage, but it
only heightens the madcap pace of Birdman's
drama. The camera will track Riggan as he walks into a room, settle as he
converses with someone else, and then follow that person out the door, down
another twisting stairway, and into another unpredictable interaction. The real
treat of this visual style is in the way it familiarizes us with the geography
of the setting, so that when we return to a room we can observe how it has
changed since we saw it last (or not, in some cases, like the obese security
guard who remains asleep and unmoving in the same spot for the whole film). It
also toys with us by suggesting that the movie’s superb percussion score might
actually exist in the world of the film as diagetic sound that the characters
can hear as well as us. Iñárritu and cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki cannot be
praised highly enough for their craft and diligence in creating this unique
visual appeal for the film.
Michael Keaton and Edward Norton in Birdman |
Birdman doesn’t bother much
with explaining its more fantastical elements. Whether or not Riggan has real superpowers
is a curiosity; what they do for him (or to him) is the question of real
import. Do they free him, or do they strangle him? The script is more concerned
with clever meta-inquiry about the identity crisis inherent to all actors.
Characters (like Shiner) are introduced as caricatures of certain personality
archetypes – the conceited thespian, the cynical ex-wife, the rebellious
daughter – but they evolve into subtler shades as time passes, changing from
cardboard cutouts into real people. There's no scene in which the arrogant
Shiner gets his comeuppance or is humiliated in front of an audience, because
these things rarely happen in real life.
But Birdman
doesn't portray real life; it's more of a hyper-realized vignette documenting
the rebirth of a troubled celebrity (not an “actor”, as a venomous critic says
to Riggan – the difference between being an artist and being a famous face is
something he keenly feels). His disconnection from the people in his life make
them seem strange and superfluous – they flit around him as he moves through
the seedy bowels of the theatre on the pretense of rushing to put on a show,
but are really appearing and disappearing from his life, or at least his
awareness of it. They're like Terry Gilliam characters, outwardly absurd
and infuriating while they stare at him as though he’s the weird one. And like the protagonists in Brazil and Twelve Monkeys, who's to say he isn't?
The film’s subtitle is also the title of a review written about Riggan’s play, which he may or may not salvage through a personal transformation – like a humourous version of Aronofsky’s Black Swan. The review drips with disdain for Riggan’s second-rate talent, but also betrays an unmistakable admiration. These are feelings you’re also likely to feel while watching Birdman, and you’ll probably get some good chuckles out of it too. Where the real “unexpected” part comes in is the film’s surprising pathos mixed in with the absurdity, which combine to make a film unlike anything else you’ll see this year.
– Justin Cummings is
a writer, blogger, playwright, and graduate of Queen's University's
English Language & Literature program. He has been an avid gamer and
industry commentator since he first fed a coin into a Donkey Kong
machine. He is currently pursuing a career in games journalism and
criticism in Toronto.
Loved Loved Loved the movie and the review. The review says everything I thought but couldnt put into words . thanks
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