I am hoping that Birdman wins Best Picture tonight at the Oscars. I was not sure how much I liked the movie upon first watching it…thought lots of the lines and themes were more than a bit inflated…but the flaws don’t matter. The long continuous takes, the broadway theatre ambiance, the incredible camera movement, the driving force of the music…it all casts a spell on you and sticks in your head and your whole body. The best films are the ones that have an almost physical effect on you the day after. It’s a different kind of sublimity. Best Picture needs to be a film that gives you a one-of-a-kind experience. Not just as a story, but as an example of what cinema can do for a story. The way that Birdman cinematically delivers this story makes the story larger than life. It’s where the magic is.
And I’m kind of obsessed with Edward Norton in this film. Apparently that on-stage boner really did something for me.
I’m not going to apologize for watching the Oscars by myself. I put on makeup for no reason. Actually I put on makeup for Edward Norton. Wearing sweatpants though.