BIRDMAN or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

Directed by Alejandro González Iñárritu

It feels so unworthy to describe Birdman as just a film: it’s more of a pure, cinematic experience, with masters of the craft behind the wheel. Within ten minutes, you know that the filmmakers knew exactly what they were trying to do from the get go, and they absolutely knocked it out of the park. The script is sharp, self-referential and incredibly intelligent, the performances are hypnotising and outrageous, and the cinematography has to be among of the most impressive of the last century. Don’t even get me started on the soundtrack. There’s no way I can even begin to describe the plot of the film and possibly do it any justice. Just please watch it. And tell your friends.



Directed by Marc Webb

Spider-Man is back with aplomb. I must say, I was relatively hesitant in approach to this film, with Marvel’s current track record of underwhelming sequels. However, Marc Webb has brought his A-game, pushing above his superhero counterparts. Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone continue being the most adorable people on the planet, and their scenes together warrant admission alone. I love Marc Webb’s ability to show a more relatable side to Spider-Man, but the action set-pieces still can’t quite match up to the strength of the comedy (something I found in the first film). It’s a fine line to tread, as Webb tried to bring both the heartfelt and the adrenaline, which resulted in a two-and-a-half-hour long film. It certainly was still a blast, but films always seem to feel less complete, when it’s to build towards a resulting trilogy.