I've watched this three times now. I'm a little obsessed.
It's still the firmest and deepest sculpture of a place/people this decade. Watched it at two in the morning under a bubbly haze of alcohol, so I wasn't thinking about things too hard this time around. Just allowed the current to carry me down the emotional rapids.
Okay, it just doesn't fit together.
I first saw Birdman on New Year's Day, 2015, and a year on, I decided to give it another go around. After being unenthused by Inarritu's follow-up, The Revenant, I was going into it a bit trepidatious. I had given the film a perfect score after my first viewing, mostly because of how in love I was with the aesthetics. The whooshing camera, the long takes, the great acting, the big speeches. I was…