or, the Unexpected Virtue Of IgnoranceBirdman was excellent, fun, inventive, meaningful, and only a skosh self-important. Michael Keaton & Ed Norton are hilarious, Emma Stone was great.
Keaton is a aging movie star searching for relevance and definition by directing, financing, starring in, and adapting Raymond Carver for the Broadway stage. Can he keep his rickety play and incestuous cast together through previews until opening night?
THEATER NOTES: The small Screen 2 at Embassy Waltham was sold out, and the crowd was mostly 50 and older, but thankfully remained completely silent throughout the movie. Actually it was kind of weird how silent it was. I laughed out loud a few times - not very loudly, but no one else was laughing!
Because I never listen to my instincts, I hung my eyeglasses on the front of my shirt during the trailers. I thought "this is not a smart place to put these" but did I listen? NO! ...and almost immediately they fell on the floor...but I didn't know it at the time. I figured it out two hours later, after the movie was over, while putting my hat on in the lobby. I rushed back into the theater, and voila, my glasses were sitting lenses-up on the floor under the seat in front of me, completely undamaged. Another moviegoer called out "that's a good sign for luck in the new year!" and I hope to remember that for all of 2015.