A successful Hollywood actor in late middle age, best known
for his performance in a super-hero franchise (the Birdman of the title) wants
to put on a serious literary play on Broadway, doing the adaption and the
directing and appearing as one of the main characters. He’s a bit troubled
(drug addict teenage daughter, ongoing relationship with ex-wife, relationship
with younger woman member of the cast), and he may be actually delusional – the
film shows him as having super-powers, but only when no-one else is around, so
he may be imagining this. He also hears a voice in his head, which turns out to
come from the Birdman character. Oh, and he really doesn’t understand social
media, which is presented as a near-disability.
Making the play turns out to be difficult – theatre people
(especially an important reviewer) sneer at him, he doesn’t understand social
media, the bankable actor they get to play the other male lead is not only
arrogant but a bit of a fuck-up, and there are some amusing slapstick scenes as
well as some dark ones with hints of suicide.
The delusions and the voices, play games with what we thing
is real in the story. Most of the time this is pretty obvious (we know he can’t
really fly or move objects with his thoughts), though sometimes it isn’t. What
really distinguishes this film, though, is the cinematography – the use of
colour, and the almost total absence of jump cuts. I am only certain about one;
apart from that it’s all pans and zooms. There really aren’t any cuts, which
give the film a really eerie quality.
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