All the world's a stage, and all upon it merely players. We proceed telescopically from our past, our perceptions, and our interactions. We wander the maze of back stage warrens until we emerge.
Birdman is billed as a comedy. Certainly, there are wry moments of irony, visual and verbal humorous juxtapositions, references that tickle. But a comedy? Nah. More like a teetering ride on a vertiginous edge.
This film percolates for days. Director Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu redefines "costume drama" to include Speedos in a (rented) sun bed, layers of wigs and toupees, and superheroes in Times Square.
The sound editing is incredibly deft, with the sure beat of drummer Brian Blades for the pulse of life on the edge. The cast is splendid. Michael Keaton and Edward Norton inhabit roles worth their skills, due to an intelligent and layered script. Cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki seamlessly conveys the maze of back stage warrens as we leap into our roles.
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