“Let’s give this a try – it’s got a great premise,” I said, as I pulled up our DVR recording.
“And this is the movie American Sniper lost to?” Sarabeth asked.
“Yeah. It better be one heck of a movie.”
Needless to say, our expectations were set high for Birdman since it won best picture at the last Academy Awards.
We had watched American Sniper last week and were both extremely moved (I think that word is a gross understatement). I have never had so much respect for our troops before watching it. I want Chris Kyle’s book for Christmas and I’ll be getting his wife’s book for Sarabeth.
And then we watched Birdman. It had all the ingredients going for it – Michael Keaton, Edward Norton, fantasy/reality, award-winning… but in all honesty, it just plain stunk. It stunk so bad we agreed to turn it off twenty-five minutes into it. I felt like the whole thing was just a pity party we were forced into because this has-been actor was no longer in the spotlight.
Honestly, I kept tuning out. The dialogue was bland and middle-school-esk. The plot was hard to get involved with, and I just can’t connect with/feel sympathy for a character who had it all. He’s lived his high life and reached his pinnacle. I don’t want to watch him wallow in his self-pity when I’m still trying to reach my own pinnacle in life.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the guy ended up either a) getting a second big break but not finding fulfillment in it or b) killing himself because he felt unappreciated out of his prime.
But I’ll never know, nor do I really care to.
In this house, American Sniper was the worthy movie of the year. I may love the genre Birdman falls under, but the deliverance was lame and petty. I typically do not like modern war movies (don’t get me started on Hurt Locker), but this one, American Sniper, is the Saving Private Ryan of the war in the Middle East.
I think it’s our patriotic duty to watch it and pay homage to a true American hero.
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