Birdman ( The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)




Overall:  9/10

Direction: 9/10

Acting: 9/10

Cinematography: 9/10

Script: 8/10

Salience: 9/10

Notes: Can you relate to this feeling? Imagine you are sharing a joke with a group of people in a party. It might not even be a joke, imagine you are just narrating something. People around you are listening carefully ( or pretending to). As you are going through whatever you are narrating, somewhere in between,  you realise the actual futility of your narration. Not the effect or the consequence  ( or lack thereof) on your audience, but the very process of the narration that you are in the middle of ? 

Maybe it’s the music or the maybe it’s the wine, but deep within, a part of you suddenly realises the whole pointlessness of the moment. You give yourself a silent little invisible chuckle and carry on with your narration.

Somewhere a butterfly flaps its wings.

 You know it doesn’t matter. 

You don’t mind. 

You just remember the chuckle – the feeling of the chuckle, the works.

That chuckle is the 119 minutes experience of watching Birdman. The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance. Can’t think of a single movie that has managed to capture the essence of the modern day living any more than Birdman. I think, in itself, this is an accomplishment.

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