Last day of the year
and one of the best films of the year. Birdman
is everything film should be across all disciplines: inventive, challenging and
experimental. Mexican filmmaker Alejandro González
Iñárritu along with his screenwriters have carved a monumental piece of cinema
out of the story of an actor desperate to claw back some of the passion that
got him into acting that his superhero trilogy has erased.
Iñárritu creates a fluid
style of filming that makes it hard to see the cuts (what few there are and
making it one of the most impressive collection of acting performances this
year) by roaming his camera around the theatre that comprises the majority of
the setting. Characters walk in and out of each other’s scenes as the camera,
close and personal, has unlimited access to their lives. Not only is this
impressive technically, it mirrors the narrative as Michael Keaton’s actor/director
demands honesty in performance of his actors, Iñárritu is demanding the same
and is rewarded with performances that feel organic, not scripted. All of this
while creating intertextual performances as both Keaton and Edward Norton play
on expected media roles of their real selves.
The role of the media,
whether in the form of critics or social media plays a large part in Birdman’s questioning of celebrity.
Another theme it manages to weave into its complex yet flowing narrative.
Keaton craves respect, which as his daughter reminds him, doesn’t exist in the
form he remembers. Adapting Raymond Carver means nothing. 80,000 followers on
Twitter can revive your career. Keaton struggles to come to terms with this, understandably
adding to his paranoia and anxiety. The theatre critic here is venomous.
On top of everything
that Birdman manages to achieve, it
takes aim at the non-stop Marvel big wheel that refuses to stop turning. This
criticism is apt and timely. Birdman
is everything these films are not (inventive, challenging and experimental) and
as Keaton reels through great actors that have been swallowed by Marvel he
quips, “they put him in a cape, too”, knowing the pain all to well himself. An
experience Keaton, post Batman, he may have experienced.
That Birdman is so immersive means that we
don’t have time to question every issue it prods, we just get taken along for
the ride. In a style similar to Anna
Karenina (2012), scenes bleed into each other, removing a sense of reality,
but allowing the fluidity of the camera to keep moving and mirroring the
uncertain reality that exists in the mind of Keaton, a man literally haunted by
past roles. This is a film that addresses much without seeming to try. It is
consistently impressive and so complete in its aim and so confident in its
style and of its form and structure that all we can do is sit back, enjoy and
applaud the achievement.